I Became Number One in the Fairy World by Being a Substitute

Hantan: The skirt of Ji Mingheng's skirt was dipped in the ice spring. This was the third time this month that she pretended to be the remnant soul of the fairy white moonlight to see the Lord of the Medicine King Valley. "Li'er, your soul has become more solid." The young man in white looked at her longingly and took out a pot of wine, "Today I specially brought the Millennium Xuanbing Brew..." Ji Mingheng condensed a water leak and floated in mid-air. "At the third quarter of Shen Shi, it's You Shi Zheng." She showed the jade slip, "It costs three hundred years of spiritual power to comprehend the double cultivation method, and two more wood spiritual roots to play the piano to heal the heartache. If you want to touch your hand, you have to pay in advance..." The young man's ears turned red and he took out the storage bag: "I want them all!" Deep in the Sword Tomb: Dark iron chains jingled. The sword cultivator, who was covered in blood, tightly grasped the corners of her sleeves: "You said you would come when the time comes!" Ji Mingheng took half a step back: "Su Xianzun, when you crushed the jade talisman for communication at three o'clock in the morning, I was helping the Buddha mend his cassock. According to the rules, if you need to rush the process, you will have to pay three times the golden spirit sword energy." The sword cultivator bit the tip of his tongue and blood spurted on the sword: "Take it!" Demonic Blood Pool: The man in black robe pinched her chin and sneered: "Song Qingli didn't dare to negotiate terms with me back then." "If the Demon Lord is too expensive," Ji Mingheng turned his head in disgust, "The Yaowang Valley next door is waiting for me to play his fiancée..." A hand with sharp bones suddenly pressed the back of her neck, and pure demonic energy poured into the altar: "Two hours, buy it off." When the clock struck midnight, Ji Mingheng leaned against a dead tree and counted the harvest. The rebirth mirror in his arms suddenly made a cracking sound. Ji Mingheng took out the mirror and took a look. A face almost identical to his own appeared in it: "Good disciple, the stolen spiritual power cannot feed the bones in the coffins..." Small theater: Another Day, Sword Tomb Dark iron chains came through the air. Ji Mingheng did not hide. The chain penetrated the shoulder blade, and the sword energy invaded the meridians. On the other end of the chain, slender fingers clasped her neck and pressed her against the ice coffin. She suddenly laughed softly and asked: "When Daojun gave you "The Art of Forgetting Love" here..." Su Xianzun's fingers suddenly tightened. "Have you ever mentioned," Ji Mingheng raised his eyes, "that this Xuanyin body that you have been dreaming of is supposed to be my master?" Inside the coffin, the woman lay quietly, her face as lifelike. Only in the center of his heart was a jade pendant with the Ji family emblem on it. Zhuxiantai Song Qingli was nailed to the broken monument, and a muffled thunder rolled across the sky. Rain mixed with blood flowed down along the word "Ji Fu" on the monument. She rolled her eyes with difficulty and finally saw clearly the entangled things on the evil mirror table. Shadows so faint that they are almost invisible, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, standing silently in the wind and rain. Old people, children, women, scholars... She could even recognize the faces of some of them. They are the wronged souls of the entire Ji family who were killed by her own hands a hundred years ago. "Good disciple..." Song Qingli coughed out a mouthful of golden blood, "You actually copied what I taught you..." Ji Mingheng knelt down and brushed the white hair on her forehead with his fingertips. . "It's used on you," she said softly. Then the fingers tightened. The last piece of soul shattered. "You taught me everything." Ji Mingheng stood up and said "After all, it was you who held my hand and pierced my Dantian that night when the city was massacred..." Blood rain fell from the sky. Not a metaphor. It's real blood. Mixed with thunder, the ruins turned scarlet. Blood beads gathered in her palm and formed a dark golden spell. God-killing curse. The newly born fallen immortal closed his fingers and slightly curved his lips. Next. It's time to meet the "system" that tricked her into signing the mirage contract. ———————————————————————— Pre-collection of the copy of "That Mingjun is Crazy": [The soft-hearted God, Xiaoqingmei who sees everything x Xiao Qingmei, who is a cup of love and has top-notch acting skills] The whole world praises Xie Heng as a wise king who is rarely seen in the ages. Only Su Ci knew that he was her own madman. Childhood Ten-year-old Su Ci rescued the abused Xie Heng from an evil slave. The boy was covered with bruises, but he put a piece of candy into her hand: "Corcelain, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt." Now The new emperor Xie Heng was gentle and benevolent, restrained himself and restored etiquette. For Su Ci, he planted all the white camellias she loved in the palace walls, doing everything with great care and attention. All the civil and military officials in the dynasty said that His Majesty was truly a gentleman with deep affection and righteousness toward the daughter of the Su family who had saved his life. Su Ci has always thought so. Until she accidentally discovered that the benevolent and filial Majesty was slowly mixing poison into the Queen Mother's decoction. It was the stepmother who had abused him. He raised his eyes to see her. The sinister look in his eyes had not yet gone away, but he curved the corners of his lips and smiled as gently as usual: "Ci Ci, come here." Later, her parents negotiated a marriage for her. He came through the snow late at night, his dragon robe wrapped in the cold air and hugged her. Hoarse voice: "CiCi, look, the people who are trying to get involved with you are all there." Su Ci followed his gaze and looked out the window. Someone was kidnapped at some point in the courtyard and was already dying. Xie Heng's best performance in his life was playing the role of Mingjun for Su Ci. He built a gorgeous cage and laid out gentle traps, thinking that he was able to hide everything. Little did he know that from the first time he lost control because of her, his beloved Xiao Qingmei had already seen clearly the madness under his perfect skin. Reading guide: 1. Double C, 1V1, HE, childhood sweetheart, the male protagonist is fake and gentle but really crazy 2. The female protagonist is the male protagonist's only antidote and light, healing, and is essentially a super sweet story! Purpose: What you want is never substitute literature, but the medal of the God-killer