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Thousands of years ago, there was an era where humans, demons and immortals coexisted. Immortals hide from the world and hide on the top of the mountains; demons are wild and live among the mountains; humans are unable to practice and walk on the earth, and have been in a state of decline.
By chance, a group of like-minded teenagers unexpectedly gathered in the forbidden land of the three tribes. Here they discovered the secret that the human race cannot practice cultivation, and decided to change everything...
Thousands of years later, the little mountain demon Zhu Luan accidentally ate a red fruit and slept for a hundred years. When he woke up, he found that his body was missing, leaving only his soul floating around.
The flower demon Lehan told her that if she could not find her body in time and return to her original body, her soul would dissipate between heaven and earth in forty-nine days.
In order to survive, Zhu Luan had no choice but to use his body to resurrect his soul. With the help of Lehan, he successfully found a body and was able to return to life. Unexpectedly, before he was happy for two seconds, Qi Yuan, a descendant of the Human Immortal Sect, saw through it at a glance and was caught on the spot.
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As soon as Zhu Luan opened his eyes, a sharp sword with a cold light was pressed against his throat. The person who came was tall and tall, with frosty brows and eyes, staring at her coldly.
"How could a lonely ghost dare to be so presumptuous?"
Zhu Luan was scared to death, pretending to be calm on his face, and said harshly: "The Immortal Lord misunderstood, I just woke up after practicing here for too long."
Qi Yuan didn't believe her nonsense, looked down at her for a moment, and said coldly: "Really? It's been so long that you don't even recognize your senior brother?"
Ps: Past life and present story/The heroine and the junior sister are not the same person, each has his own cp/The male and female protagonists are both human beings in both lives·Yao Lian/1ｽ1
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response
