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[Lost Sword Cultivator × Scheming Demon]
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Yue Ya is the most talented in swordsmanship, and also the most deviant.
Hold the divine sword and bear the burden of life.
Kill fellow disciples and kill masters.
Cut off one's heart and sink to the bottom.
However, his life should not be cut off, as wind and frost cannot destroy him.
Unfortunately, the divine sword that once made her famous no longer refuses to be unsheathed for her.
The sword cultivator and her sword are no longer connected.
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Fuguang has been trapped in the netherworld for five hundred years, never seeing the light of day. He even paved the way with his own bones, fought his way out of the sea of blood in purgatory, and strayed into the Golden Tomb of the human world.
The girl carrying a heavy sword came in the morning light and burst into his dark eyes, blocking him from a rain of blood and mud.
A glimpse of the stunning image will be unforgettable for a long time.
When spring comes again, she has lost all her youthfulness and spirit, and is wandering alone. So he hid his true identity and pretended to be an idle mortal, always by her side, slaying evil spirits and clearing up doubts.
In the deception day after day, he got a promise from Yue Ya, which was resounding every word: "Thank you for not hearing this, I will be your eyes from now on."
What followed was that the lie was exposed, and the sword was pressed against his throat with a sharp edge.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?"
As expected, he and Yue Ya had a happy ending just like the fate he had glimpsed.
But he didn't believe in this fate.
"Even if my body is reduced to ashes, my soul will always be with you."
A red thread with golden incantations snaked out from his sleeves, climbed up Yue Ya's wrist, and tied into a tight knot.
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Reading Guide
1. Shuang Jie, he
2. Feelings are slow to warm up
3. There are many private settings, atypical cultivation and upgrade flow, and micro-group portraits
4. The author is a crazy writer
Intention: My heart will not fall, but I will walk towards the light.
