Ming Li didn't know how long he had been asleep.
But that's not important. He wants to know why he suddenly became an outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect that everyone yelled at after he finally made a name for himself on the sword cultivation path.
He thought hard and finally remembered from his chaotic mind that it was because he was determined to die with the natural demon species bred from the abyss.
Ming Li tugged on the crimson gauze skirt on his body, and suddenly felt that being reborn as this outer disciple of Lao Shizi was not a bad thing.
At least you're still alive, right?
*
Feng Li opened his eyes.
What he saw was no longer the water-red dress that the Hehuan Sect had forced on him, but the plainness.
White cuffs, gold waistband.
It is the clothes that only the hypocrites with the most respected status among those who came to the Hehuan Sect have the right to wear it.
Feng Li tightened his grip on the golden girdle.
Even if the violent buzzing of Ming Li's natal sword gave him a splitting headache, even if his heart was dripping with blood from the extremely high level of cultivation in his body.
It doesn't matter.
Fortunately, the seizure was successful.
Feng Li stroked the handsome face in the mirror and smiled softly: "Ming Li, from now on, I am you."
Your life is over anyway, isn't it?
*
Feng Li began to deliberately imitate Ming Li's behavior.
Everyone in the Immortal Sect heard that the usually restrained senior brother had lost his memory, and their hearts trembled, followed by secret joy.
Feng Li looked at the inexplicable pile of rare treasures piled up at the door, and the veins on his forehead slowly jumped up one by one as he faced the righteous people who were usually in the spotlight.
Later.
He looked at the portrait of a man with a warm and beautiful smile in his junior brother's room, and he could no longer hold back his strength, crushing the stone table into pieces.
Feng Li looked at his junior brother who lowered his head and trembled and did not dare to speak. He smiled solemnly and said, "So, this is what I look like in junior brother's eyes?"
He pulled the portrait off the wall and walked away. He closed the door and deliberately curled his lips to imitate, but he couldn't imitate it.
He clenched his fist, but when it landed on the portrait, the force was as light as a feather.
The born evil one wants to crush everyone in his teeth, especially the swordsman Ming Li.
But he not only wanted to chew Mingli into pieces, but also wanted to swallow it.
He thought that maybe he hated this person very much.
*
Through his own body, Ming Li glimpsed Feng Li's riddled soul.
The viciousness of the born demon spread silently in his sight, but it always protected the only ray of consciousness that Ming Li had left in the sea of consciousness.
Ming Li pinched Feng Li's neck and forced his soul to leave his body.
Feng Li smiled and was relieved, "Ming Li, you are so bad."
Gentle and indifferent, the heartthrob × paranoid, ruthless, beautiful and strong suffer miserably
Reading Guide~
1. Xiaoli is a heartthrob from head to toe. After exchanging bodies, the attributes of the heartthrob will also be transferred~
2. Partially redemptive and healing (maybe
3. The body will change back! Don't worry!
4. The copy will be left on August 12, 2024
Intention: live in harmony and build a better future.
