Zui Qianzhong, the leader of the Immortal Sect, and Jie Fengyou, the Demon Lord, fight to the death on the Jiyun Tower.
In the end, Zui Qianzhong stood down and pointed his sword at her heart. She said indifferently: "Go to hell! Farewell forever."
The blood was used as rouge. Before Jie Fengyou died, he smiled. His lips opened and closed. Zui Qianzhong could vaguely tell that what he said was "You, also, will."
What will happen? Go to hell? She won't, she's sure.
Jie Fengyou's strange curse has been like a tangled vine ever since, shrouding her in a shadow that lasts for hundreds of years.
Later, she fell into despair and became a puppet dependent on the system. She lost her cultivation and could only survive by relying on system tasks.
She suspected she would sing her way downhill, and then, to hell.
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The system's mission is to ask her to be a good person and never kill anyone, and to help her apprentice to be a good person.
While getting along with her apprentice, she gradually discovered a secret of her apprentice.
The apprentice has a split personality. The main personality is a naughty young man, and the secondary personality is very similar to Jie Fengyou, the old enemy she once killed.
Naturally, she would keep the secret for her apprentice, because she had a secret that was even more difficult to reveal: she fell in love with the secondary personality.
She told herself that the secondary personality could not be Jie Fengyou, and Jie Fengyou had already gone to hell.
As long as it doesn't relieve your worries, you can like it.
With such a secret held back, Jie Fengyou mysteriously came back to life.
After hearing the news, she packed up her package and ran away overnight.
She didn't run far when she bumped into Jie Fengyou, who was looking for revenge on her.
It's over now, she thought.
With no cultivation at all, the only option was to wait for death. She closed her eyes, she would not survive tonight.
Tears streaked across the corners of her eyes and hung on her cheeks, lingering.
After waiting for a long time, the expected sword piercing her chest did not come. Jie Fengyou reached out to wipe away her tears, and the cold touch made her body tremble.
She pursed her lips: "Kill me, I am willing to admit defeat."
"Master, I forgive you." The voice smiled slightly, as gentle as the bright moon, making people's hearts itch.
She suddenly opened her eyes, what did he call her?
[Although she has lived for a hundred years, she still looks like a bad girl × A male mother who battles wits and courage with bad girls every day]
Reading guide:
1.1V1, SC, the apprentice has no emotional connection with the heroine.
2. I am a cultivator, and my private establishment is like a mountain.
Intention: Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.
