Jian Wei traveled through the book and became the cannon fodder villain in the novel about cultivating immortals.
His spiritual roots were destroyed, his eyes were half-blind, and his only golden finger was——
She can see cause and effect.
Flowers are connected to leaves, fruits are connected to causes, and the threads of everything are clearly visible in her eyes.
On the first day of time travel, she used the power of a corpse to escape pursuit. Afterward, she sewed up its wounds and buried her under a peach blossom tree.
The money bag has not been returned. Just consider it as burial expenses.
A few days later, she took the money bag and entered the Tianyan Sect and became a disciple of Lord Chang Ling Jian.
Looking up again, the master's face was as beautiful as ice and as cold as ice, but it was clearly the corpse she had buried with her own hands.
Jian Wei: ... Is it too late to drop out of school now?
It's too late.
The causal thread tied by a single thought has tied the fate of the two people together.
Something went wrong in Master's practice, and her meridians were shattered - and she vomited blood.
The master was injured on a mission - she was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten her back.
The master's natal sword was broken - her vision went dark and she almost fainted.
Everyone envied her for her rapid rise to the top.
And only she herself knows the bitterness...
Jian Wei patiently tinkered with the crispy master like she was her own master, watching in despair as the line of fate between the two became thicker and thicker, and finally slowly turned into an ambiguous red.
Jian Wei:? ? ?
Something is wrong.
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The perseverant little white-flowered apprentice × the powerful but fragile master with shit mountain code
Intention: Work hard to achieve miracles
