When he woke up, Xia Lingchang became a passerby who didn't even have a name in the fairy tales.
There is no golden finger, no chance, just a pair of average bones left by the original owner.
She spent countless cold nights when her spiritual power was exhausted, and spent countless narrow-death fights in secret realms to crawl out of the dust.
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.
On the day of my senior sister's wedding, the sky was filled with red clouds and fairy music was singing.
I stepped on the mountain gate to pieces, one person and one sword, disrupting the "auspicious celebration" of the whole hall.
"Senior sister," the blood-stained sword edge reflected my eyes that had been tempered a thousand times, "are you really willing to marry this Taoist couple?"
The great master of the sect who used to treat me like an ant is now wailing under my sword.
The sound of spiritual roots shattering is my gift to this hypocritical feast.
The wedding dress was stained with blood. I picked up the seriously injured woman and fought my way through the collapsed fairy mountain.
Behind him was the angry roar of the Immortal Sect and the collapse of order.
——The history books of the Immortal Sect only say that "the evil star robs the marriage and brings disaster to the people", but no one knows it. Under the hijab, the senior sister holds my trembling hand tightly, and the tears in her eyes are hot for me.
Food Guide
The loyal dog attack x fishing style beauty, the whole process is 1v1
The main attack is a mountain of private settings and the writing is unstable. If you don't like it, don't force it (?ω? )
Intention: Growth is a reconciliation with oneself
