[Beautiful little novelist with pet hair and epilepsy x cold and abstinent white cut black iceberg]
Su Li is the control group of Wan Chenxi, the proud man of heaven.
Wan Chen is extinguished, the number one genius in swordsmanship in the world of cultivation. His scenery is as bright as the moon, and his temperament is like a banished immortal descending to earth.
And Su Li is portrayed as a playboy who has no knowledge and skills and only has a good skin.
Su Li thought, just forget it... What a crap!
So, he kept changing his waistcoat to provoke (seduce) the other party, trying to tear off the mask of hypocrisy and indifference with his own hands.
When Wan Chen Xi was practicing in seclusion, he was disheveled and harassed him; when Wan Chen Xi was exploring the secret realm, he lit fires everywhere to attract hatred; when one plan failed, he tried another one, and finally chased the Wentian Sect...
I thought that Wan Chenxi would teach him well with a sword, but never thought of becoming more indulgent?
The elder of the sect sighed sadly, even if he had the best spiritual roots, Wan Chenxi might not be able to practice the ruthless way.
Later, the phoenix crown and harem that Su Li was wearing was taken off by his sharp-jointed hands, and all that was left in his ears was the familiar feeling of hot flashes: "Ali, why are you crying on this night of flowers and candles in the wedding room?
During the violent and prolonged jolt, Su Li was so angry that he bit the instigator on the shoulder.
Are you addicted? !
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Wan Chen Xi was born with a sword bone. He has been taught as long as he can remember that he must practice hard, be cold and restrain his desires, and be concerned about the common people.
He laughed at himself, practicing Taoism is like walking on thin ice, isn't it?
Until he met Su Li who would scold him behind his back.
He looked at Su Li's Explosives Pavilion, he was deviant, and he gave the middle finger to injustice...
Looking at it, he couldn't move his eyes away.
Wan Chenxi thought to himself, how could anyone live so wantonly?
After that, there was a cluster of dancing flames in the eyes that had no joy or sorrow of life and death.
Purpose: There are three thousand avenues, different paths leading to the same destination / Keep a line in life so that we can meet again in the future
