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Once he entered the world of cultivation by mistake, a stunning beauty was released from the ancient tomb at the beginning. The beauty looked sick all over, calling her "sister" open and shut, and complaining that her feet hurt after taking only two steps. No matter how she looked, she looked like a frail little white flower. It was not until later that Jiang Yue saw with his own eyes that he had defeated a powerful enemy with his own hands, killing and killing him in an instant. He then turned around and leaned back on her shoulder weakly: "Sister, I'm so scared." Jiang Yue: "..." You are a demon king, why are you pretending to be weak? I thought I was just bringing a dangerous beauty into the sect, practicing alchemy, and slapping the genius in the face. Unexpectedly, the seals were unlocked layer by layer, old dreams reappeared, and the truth emerged. Only then did Jiang Yue realize that the way he came was actually the way back. But when the man really stopped pretending, Jiang Yue realized belatedly that he was already in the game, unable to escape or look back. Fate can be written down, cause and effect can be changed, but this heart cannot be deceived. Small theater Yan Qi had long disliked that man. She looked pretty and sickly, but she always said "Sister Jiang" in a soft and soft voice. What's even more outrageous is that he actually used his injury to pull Jiang Yue's sleeves and fall into her arms. Yan Qi didn't even raise her eyes, she picked up the man by the collar and threw him out. The next moment, he lowered his eyes, raised his hand to his heart, his breathing was slightly ragged, and his face turned pale. When he raised his eyes again, the ends of his eyes were a little red, and his voice was so low and hoarse that it sounded like it would break in the next second. "More and more... That residual soul is tearing at my sea of consciousness again..." "I hurt so much." Someone who was just thrown out: "?" Jiang Yue: "..." Yan: Pretending to be weak doesn't matter who is the ancestor.