I Am Cultivating Immortality and Becoming a Saint in the Female Statue

Yang Yan never believed that he was a devoted person, but she still had expectations for her first love. "That year, flower-picking was in full swing, and the bamboo houses were familiar to each other." With her hands behind her back, she seemed to be recalling the past. "Everyone's experience is different, and the excuses they look for for themselves are different." Yang Yan didn't reply, she just changed her words and raised her head to the sky. "My current thoughts may not be that simple." "Why? Do you have another lover?" "No, it's just that I'm too powerful and I'm not satisfied with it!" … When a person matures, his thoughts turn over and over again, and he is no longer as naive and naive as he was when he was young. Yang Yan, who had obtained the immortal magic, must have had her inner ambitions expanded little by little!