Zhao Wulan traveled into a novel about a male protagonist cultivating immortality and became the future number one younger brother of the male protagonist in the book.
As we all know, there is a shortcut to cultivating immortals here, which is the ruthless way. If you pretend to be experienced in the mortal world and then find an innocent person to kill, you can naturally ascend.
For a time, the largest sect in this world was the Sword Sect.
Zhao Wulan sneered at this. The road to immortality paved with other people's lives was the lowest level.
No matter how the plot advances, he is still forced to join the Sword Sect. He possesses top spiritual talents. As soon as he enters the Sect, thousands of swords in the sword pool behind the sect tremble! He quickly became a hot new star.
One day, Zhao Wulan looked at the beauties sent to him with an expressionless face. They were fat and thin, and graceful.
"Choose one." The elder stroked his beard and smiled kindly.
Sending Taoist companions off? Zhao Wulan felt disdainful in his heart, and his eyes casually swept across the crowd, but he suddenly paused.
Ying Xuelai was dressed in green clothes, standing delicate and meek in the middle, with gleaming demonic patterns looming on her neck and arms.
Zhao Wulan's heart beat violently.
"Demon?" He frowned slightly and looked at the elder.
"Choose someone you like and become a Taoist companion, and then we will go through the tribulations." The elder smiled and said words through sound transmission that made him feel chilled.
In the first month, the elder saw Zhao Wulan walking holding Ying Xuelai's hand.
Zhao Wulan said plausibly: "We must first cultivate feelings."
In the second month, the elder saw Ying Xue Lai sitting on Zhao Wulan's lap and feeding him grapes, his face glowing red after eating.
Zhao Wulan's mouth bulged: "I'm cultivating feelings."
In the third month, when the elder saw Zhao Wulan kissing Ying Xuelai in public, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he couldn't help but say, "It's almost done."
Ying Xuelai pushed his chest gently, her eyes full of confusion.
Zhao Wulan said perfunctorily: "Cultivation and cultivation."
The fourth month... The fifth month...
Until Lan Yue Tower was empty, Zhao Wulan successfully eloped with his wife.
The sword sect's formation was broken, the demon mountain collapsed, and tens of thousands of demon clan followed Zhao Wulan and left.
There was only one huge banner left on the empty attic. The ink on it was not yet dry, and it was scrawled wildly, mocking the people who came after hearing the news.
"Only trash can kill his wife to prove the truth."
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The fool is responsible for protecting the dagger and practicing attack x the beautiful and gentle fox demon protects the husband
1. The simple taste of the domineering wife (Long Aotian and his beautiful wife), falling in love at first sight and lasting for a long time.
2. Give birth! Life and death
3. Systematic, bl supporting role
Intention: True love is invincible
