My Little Brother Faked His Death and Came After Me

The beautiful sweet girl with maximum strength vs. The scheming young genius brother In the Tianxu Sect, Yun Zhiwei is a famous vase, good-looking but at the bottom of the cultivation base. Like other female cultivators, she also likes the aloof, aloof and dust-free genius young senior brother - Pei Xunzhi. During a mission, Pei Xun died. Yun Zhiwei came to the ancestral hall and worshiped with tears in her eyes. "Senior brother, let's go... I hope you will be an ordinary person in your next life, get married to me, and grow old together..." "Who are you cursing?" Yun Zhiwei wiped her tears and turned around, and saw a young man who looked very similar to Pei Xunzhi, with his chin raised and arms folded, looking at her. The young man looked disgusted: "Give up, I won't get married to you." Yun Zhiwei was furious and threw Pei Xunzhi's offering, smashing the boy into pieces. "You're just a little weakling, you can't even beat me, and you still want to pretend to be my little senior brother? Get out of here!" Male protagonist's perspective↓ Pei Xunzhi sneaked back to the sect, changed his name to Pei Zhuo, and met Yun Zhiwei. He has known about her for a long time, the famous vase of Cangxu Sect. But he doesn't like vases. When she easily shot a monster in the head, and then handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake splattered with blood to Pei Xun with enthusiasm Pei Xunzhi took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake numbly. Looking at her harmless smile, he felt that... He might have fallen. Reading Guide 1. The heroine is neither a loser nor lazy, she is very hard-working, and there is a reason for her low cultivation level. The first volume has been revealed. 2. Emotional plot is 50/50 split 3. There doesn't seem to be any surprises. I'll add more when I think of it. ===Please bookmark the next copy=== "Master, who do you want to die?" Articles about Female Master and Male Apprentice Heroine: Qingfeng casually fucks the big beauty Male Protagonist: He looks like a pitiful apprentice, but he actually kicks the Nether King who is renovating the world. Yin Chen is a rookie Peak Master with mediocre cultivation and no one wants to be her disciple. One day, a beautiful young man came to the sect, with snow-born plum bones and jade and gold features. The male and female nuns who wanted to see his appearance almost flattened the sect's hills. It's a pity that this young man is rotten and a beautiful little loser. No peak master is willing to accept him as his disciple. The pretty little waste rolled his clear and innocent puppy eyes and looked at Yin Chen eagerly: "Can you be my master?" Yin Chen touched his chin: That's fine, two trashes, let's smash them together. Unexpectedly, in the sect's first competition, this beautiful little loser actually used Wuchen swordsmanship that had been lost for hundreds of years, shocking everyone. The sect leader, who had been in seclusion for a long time, hurriedly came out and wanted to accept him as his disciple. Yin Chen was worried that he would miss the future of others, so he advised the beautiful little loser... Oh no... The beautiful little genius to practice with the sect master. The beautiful little genius burst into tears and grabbed the hem of Yin Chen's clothes: "Master, don't you want me anymore?" Yinchen, who couldn't stand others acting coquettishly, had no choice but to leave him behind. Once, Yin Chen complained: "This bad guy, Elder Mo Xie, keeps stealing the spiritual stone pills from our peak." The beautiful little genius tilted his head: "Does master want him to die?" Yin Chen thought he was joking and replied casually: "Yes." A few days later, Elder Moye died suddenly. His death was horrific, and there was a hint of miasma from the underworld that had been dormant for hundreds of years. Yin Chen's heart skipped a beat and he turned around. The beautiful little genius tilted his head and smiled innocently at her, but the miasma still lingered on his body. Yinchen took a deep breath: "Who are you?" Master, I am your little disciple. Master, you once sealed the demon door with a sword, moved the three realms with a curse, rescued me from the deepest part of the netherworld, and led me to the right path. The right path hurts you. Master, tell me, who do you want to die? Motto: Don't give up your efforts even when you fall behind