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The daily life of raising a cub + the hateful love between the Ninth Elder and the Big Devil
I am the ninth elder of the sect. I am a low-key person, and no one cares about me. I am reduced to a scumbag.
One day during lunch break, I accidentally overheard several juniors discussing how to use a reverse mirror to travel back seven thousand years to save a person and bring him back to revitalize the sect. Only then did I realize that the sect was in decline and had been bullied many times.
When the juniors found out that I was listening and didn't recognize me, they couldn't kill me, so they forced me to join the gang.
I agreed because I heard the person's name they said
Ji Xiao, that was an old friend from a long, long time ago.
The younger generation passed five levels and killed six generals in ancient times, and finally broke into the Dragon Bone Prison where Ji Xiao was imprisoned.
They were under siege and I was the only one free.
They shouted to me, "Go and save him!"
I picked up a knife from the ground and walked step by step towards the person hanging on the shelf.
Many sounds passed through my ears like the wind
I seem to see the fire burning in the sky that day again, Ji Xiao massacred all my father, the queen, my mother, my brothers and my sisters. The former oath of love was in the endless fighting and crying, which was ridiculous and harsh.
I walked up to him and he lowered his head, not showing any emotion at our arrival.
The juniors are struggling and have reached the point of exhaustion.
"Save him quickly! Yan Zhang!"
On the gallows, the man's expression moved slightly
I raised the knife, pointed it at his heart, and pierced it straight in
"Yan Zhang! What are you doing!"
Juniors are crazy
The man raised his eyes, and his eyes were as slow as a dream. He looked at me as if he were looking at a long-lost friend
I pulled out the knife and stabbed it again
he smiled
He lowered his head and came over, covering my lips with his cold lips.
Life is a time of rebirth and death is a longing for love
[The years are long and the days are short, Zhang Zhang Yongning]
2025.06.25 Note
Intention: In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate
