"My father died when I was six years old. The adoptive parents who adopted me only wanted to take away my sex. And because I was the child of my mother and my dead father, after she found a good man, she felt disgraced and wanted to hunt me down. My half-brother and sister even destroyed my inner elixir, wu wu wu..." Mu Xingchen howled in the casual training camp.
Looking at the weak, pitiful people without a trace of spiritual power in front of them, the casual cultivators all clenched their fists and cast sympathetic glances: How pitiful, these people are so shameless! Who are your mother, brothers and sisters?
Mu Xingchen's three friends, on the other hand, crossed their legs and watched her act: The monster is here again, and the ashes of her mother and younger brothers and sisters have long been used as fertilizer for flower soil.
Who would have thought that the weak woman in front of him was a famous weapon refiner, a fairy who defeated a Mahayana monk with one fist.
Purpose: Try not to be a monster, and resolutely follow the principles of being a good monk