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[Cool on the surface, but actually arrogant and tough-tongued · Group favorite dragon Aotian Gong × Broken white flower on the surface, but actually a big bad wolf of the fishing type · Beautiful and strong but miserable]
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Jun Linxiao was born to be the darling of heaven——
At the age of three, he built the foundation, at the age of seven, he built the golden elixir, and at the age of fifteen, he swept across the Great Wilderness Secret Realm.
The entire cultivation world supports him and dotes on him, even more so after his ascension.
The only exception is Yun Wuchen.
That young man with no family background, who was about the same age as him, was inferior to him in every way, but yet he competed with him in every aspect.
Good news: Yun Wuchen is dead.
Bad news: He felt the same connection with a sword from another world. The sword's owner had the same face as Yun Wuchen, and the sword owner's torture felt as painful as if he was personally present.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable?
Jun Linxiao vows to cut off the connection with this sword!
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After Yun Wuchen's reincarnation, he lost all his memories, but he still experienced the same situation as in his previous life, including family blood feud, teachers' favoritism, and ostracism from his peers.
The only difference is that there is an extra rusty sword to protect him in this life.
It buzzed the warning when he was about to die, and vibrated the guards when he was beaten.
This is the only glimmer of light he can grasp in the cold world.
He regarded the sword as his life and gave everything he had:
"Dirty? I'll clean it for you." His fingertips brushed the sword.
"Is it cold? Sleep close to me." Holding the sword tightly in his arms
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Whisper to the sword
The sword trembled and hummed, resisting fiercely. The young man didn't realize it, just thought it was shy, wiped it more frequently, and cared even more.
When the first violent roar of divine consciousness came from the rusty sword——
"Hands away! Don't touch!!"
Yun Wuchen's innocence faded, and a dim light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
It turns out that his sword can "talk"... And is extremely sensitive.
From then on, every wipe became a carefully woven trap:
Wipe away the blood? The fingertips deliberately lingered on the sensitive lines on the sword's spine.
Breathing to defrost? The warm breath swept ambiguously across the sword grid and swallowed the mouth.
Place it close to your body? The heartbeat and body temperature in the chest penetrated the fabric of the clothes, ironing every inch of the coldness.
"Buzz——!!!" Stop!
"Zheng——!!!" Let go! !
The roar in his consciousness ranged from irritable to hoarse, from warning to trembling to the point of almost collapse.
There was a smile on Yun Wuchen's lips, his movements became more gentle and affectionate, but his eyes were like a wolf locked on its prey.
The Martial God, who had been abstinent for eighteen years, was tormented in the sword. Every slight touch was like a burning fire, but he could only issue a feeble "verbal warning" and watched helplessly as the young man was "teasing" in the name of "loving the sword".
The strength finally accumulated to the critical point.
When Yun Wuchen slowly and almost playfully wiped the cold light from the tip of the sword again, feeling the extremely familiar violent tremor that was on the verge of breaking out——
"Boom!!!"
The rusty sword exploded with brilliant light, and the majestic divine power tore apart the space.
Yun Wuchen tightened his wrist and the world started spinning.
The hot, solid, oppressive male body imprisoned him on the cold bed.
Jun Linxiao's red eyes were burning, the accumulated fire ignited by repeated "wiping":
"You! Say! No! Touch!"
Beneath him, Yun Wuchen felt completely shattered, and his eyes shone with a cunning light. Not only was he not afraid, his fingertips boldly and provocatively touched the tight waist and abdomen of the god, and his breath was hot:
"Is this what you look like?"
"The blade of the sword is polished..."
"Now, do you want to... Wipe somewhere else for you?"
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"Yun Wuchen" was born with a bad fate——
The family was massacred, and the master took the murderer's son as his direct disciple. A fellow sect scheming, a close friend betraying, anyone can and will step on him.
But even in this abyss and quagmire, he once shined a ray of sunshine.
When his fellow disciples took away the elixir from him, the broken sword thrown by Jun Linxiao was the only trace of kindness he had ever experienced.
Intention: I will end your suffering
