Liao Zilu, an executive of a celebrity company, died suddenly due to staying up late and working overtime. She traveled to a world of immortal cultivators and became a handyman under the cultivating immortal sect. She could not bear the weight of her shoulders, could not lift her hands, had almost no cultivation, and her swordsmanship was even more pitiful.
She didn't want to just drift with the tide and survive at the end, and she also wanted to change the fact that low-level immortal cultivators had no way to survive.
In an accident, her fingers were broken off, and her right hand was almost disabled. The hand that was intact on the outside but disabled on the inside made Liao Zilu feel as if she was even more miserable than a drowned dog.
When someone slanders you, you have to use the ointment given by the other person to heal.
Liao Zilu gritted her teeth, she hated that person in her heart.
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After a long time, Liao Zilu finally got her revenge. She took out the long sword stained with blood from the opponent's hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally turned away with a chuckle. However, the injured person carefully but tightly held the corner of her sleeve with her bleeding hand.
"I was wrong."
"Don't leave."
Intention: Hate and love can nourish flesh and blood