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When Lin Guanling first met Ji Jianling, the young man had an arrogant expression and was quite talented. He was holding a Yaohua sword and could cut down the injustice with one frosty sword.
He is an out-and-out cold immortal king in the eyes of others, the proud man of heaven.
And she was burdened with a sea of blood, struggling to climb out of the mountain of corpses, and half of her seven emotions were taken away. She was like a walking corpse, struggling painfully on the long road of cultivation with vague hatred.
I originally thought that the two of them would never have any intersection in this life, but fate took a chance.
They are destined partners, but also inseparable enemies.
She has incomplete emotions and is incapable of love.
The young man's admiration is always sincere and raging. If he likes her, he is good to her, and all his emotions are stirred up by her. An arrogant and arrogant young man will be willing to surrender and offer his true heart carefully for the sake of the one he loves.
On the wedding night, he lifted the hijab of his beloved in anticipation, but all he saw was the girl's tearful cheeks, and the silver sword thrust into his chest, glaring.
A heart was broken into pieces again, and the lover trampled his love to the ground, taking his life with him.
When we met again, it was already a hundred years after his death. The identities of the two people changed, they seemed close and yet far away.
She has risen from an inconspicuous outer disciple of the Changheng Sect to a famous true monarch in the world of cultivation.
And he fell from the leader of the immortal sect to a cold-blooded devil with a hateful face.
The Demon Lord on the high seat looked down at her as if they were meeting for the first time.
"Long time no see."
His smile was wanton and ironic.
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On the wedding night, the lights were warm and the red tent was lit, and we drank together. Ji Jianling thought that the two of them would be able to play the harp in harmony and grow old together.
In the blink of an eye, the Taoist monk stabbed himself through the intestines.
Overnight, he went from being the leader of the fairy world and the pride of heaven to the shady devil in the underground.
Floating in the dark demonic realm, being torn apart and reassembled by demonic energy and demonic bones every day, it was so painful that he couldn't bear to live.
His strong hatred for her became the only support for him to survive.
I thought that after catching her with my own hands, I would grind her to pieces day after day, stripping her muscles and bones in retaliation for this hatred.
His hands were clasped on her neck. She, who was already in the Mahayana realm, had no resistance under him and looked like she was at his disposal.
But what flowed out before the blood were my own tears
Tsk, why are you crying too...
Tips: I am a cultivator, I have a private establishment like a mountain, I am partial to the growth stream, and I have a crematorium.
Intention: Never give up hope
