"Why are you all so arrogant! I want to see you fall down little by little in the place you have always cared about, but there is nothing you can do." She held a long whip in her hand and looked coldly at those self-righteous experts.
"Ye Zi, just hold on, okay?" Tears flowed out of Ling Ya's eyes uncontrollably.
Ye Zi in her arms couldn't stop vomiting blood from her mouth. He raised his weak and bloody hands and stroked her cheeks to remove the tears on both sides of her face. Ling Ya held her hand tightly and kept pleading, "Hold on, just think of it for me and him, okay?"
"You just have to give it a try, and we will open up a path for you to cultivate immortality." The senior sister and brother stood in front of Ling Ya and said loudly to her as she collapsed on the ground.
"No, no -, senior sister, senior brother." Ling Ya collapsed but was helpless, watching them step by step away from her sight to fight against those hypocrites.
She never wanted to be like this again. In an instant, the surroundings were constantly filled with surging black mist.
1. Group portrait, mainly from Ling Ya's perspective
2. There is a male protagonist, but there is less emotion.
Purpose: Only the strong can write history