Sick God Lord × Chi Chen Sword Cultivator
When Feng Buche picked up the God Lord who was as fragile as glass, it was the day she first entered the world.
The pale young man huddled in the Yinxian River, like a handful of moonlight that was about to melt.
"When you get cured in Zhuoxian Valley, I will take you on a real adventure in the world." Feng Buche didn't know that her bright promise was destined to fail to be fulfilled.
Later, at the foot of Miaoyin Mountain...
"Xiao Dao Xiu." Qianli Wudu wiped away the blood on her knife, and the silver streaks on her throat flowed under the moonlight. "Do you know why no one has been able to break through the psychic realm for a hundred years?"
Because of the so-called prosperous age of cultivation——
It was just the breath of the purifying spirit that overturned the Zhuochuan River in heaven when he fell to the human world.
On the day when the world's masters surrounded and attacked Zhuoxian Valley, when everyone became a powerful enemy, Feng Buche finally understood his weakness and forbearance along the way.
It turns out that thousands of years of practice are gifts from the gods, but the monks in the world are trying to drag the gods completely into the mortal world.
"I said, I want to send you back, how can you teach me to break my promise." She tried her best, turned into an egret, and sent Qianli Wujing into Zhuochuan. The moment she sent Qianli Wujing into Zhuochuan, she passed away like the snow in the twelfth lunar month. "Go back, go back and be your master of Zhuochuan, don't have any sympathy for the world anymore, they... Are not worth it."
Intention: A gentleman's promise is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold.
