Xiao Hengzhi's greatest wish in this life is to suppress demons and eliminate demons and become the best swordsman in the world.
Fellow junior fellow student Zhaotang is talented, but cold, arrogant and taciturn. She has lost a third of her heart and soul and does not understand love, good or evil, or right from wrong.
He taught her common sense of etiquette, copied sword skills for her, and held thousands of bright lights in front of her.
Xiao Hengzhi once hated demons to the extreme, but one day, his master said in a hateful tone: "Your junior sister Zhaotang is originally a saint of the Moon Demon Clan."
He seemed to be sinking into a nightmare.
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Fairview City, Hanging Star Festival.
Xiao Hengzhi stood in front of a stall, tapped his chin with his pen, and murmured: "Invincible in the world, the best swordsman."
However, he changed his mind and wanted to write again: Dad, relatives and friends are in good health, free from illness and disaster.
He glanced around him out of habit, but did not find Zhaotang's figure. He raised his head and looked around.
The stalls filled with lanterns are as bright as the sea, and the devout wishes follow the bright moon in the sky.
Zhaotang was dressed in a blue shirt, with a delicate and bright face. He stood among the smiling crowd. His eyes, which were often indifferent and cold, were filled with bright and prosperous scenery, reflecting his figure.
The chorus of music and singing in the city and the noise of people's voices seemed to have all disappeared in his ears at this moment. Wherever he could see, only the girl's starry eyes were shining like a peerless treasure amidst the fiery trees and silver flowers, as if all the youth of the world had been collected, making people intoxicated and addicted.
A glance for ten thousand years is nothing more than that.
He lowered his head as if defeated, his eyes were filled with smiles, and he wrote vigorously. There were only two words on the Kongming Lantern: Zhaotang.
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Later, the girl was covered in blood and knelt down in the center of the Yangxian Altar, weeping red tears of blood.
The skin with Begonia's mark on Xiao Hengzhi's forehead felt a dull pain, as if it was connected to Zhaotang's body, and he understood the girl's obscure kiss.
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I don't know how many seasons are going through reincarnation. The mottled tree shadows sway in the wind, and the only sounds are the chirping of cicadas and the chirping of birds.
The young man was leaning against the tree. He had a handsome appearance and a lazy look on his face. He raised his lips and said, "Junior Sister Zhaotang is having fun again. It's really easy to find my brother. Don't let me get lost again next time."
Zhaotang smiled, but tears kept rolling down.
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A sword cultivator's hand holds a monster's hand. How many spells and sword formations need to be passed through, and how many taunts and curses need to be passed through.
The sword cultivator does not want to be unparalleled in the world, the devil learns to love, the warmest Xi and the coldest Yueshuang embrace.
Purpose: Carpe diem
