A young man in China wields twin swords—one to sever souls, the other to slay evil. Though a bit lacking in morals, he’s not entirely beyond redemption.
With his half-demon heritage, he carve...
Is that so...?
Suddenly she remembered something else...
[Wuwu, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay! If you don't want to practice, then don't. Let's go play. Daddy will take you to play.]
[Oh, my little Wu is home from school~]
It seems so...
That's right, there was a time when Ruotinghan had done the same thing to herself.
How could I have forgotten?
Just because of her younger sister's appearance, she felt a little coldness and forgot everything else...
Ruo Tinghan did spend more time with Ruo Qingyan after she was born, but he mostly guided her in her cultivation.
To say that he favored his two daughters is simply not true.
He's always been like this: if he needs to be hit, he needs to be scolded; he'll do whatever he wants.
She suddenly remembered that the room she had left more than ten years ago, which was still spotless, was the one he had been waiting for her to return to.
Thinking of this, Ruo Qingwu couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they slowly fell down.
The teardrop slowly formed in the eye socket, then gently climbed to the corner of the eye, gathering until it burst forth like a dam breaking...
"sorry..."
It took her several seconds to choke out those words.
But the sound was too soft, and Ruo Tinghan didn't hear it.
Ruoting Han and Yan Dingyun's bodies were now in bizarre positions, but what remained unchanged was that neither of them gave up fighting back.
Even if the spiritual energy within the body circulates very slowly, it is still constantly in motion.
They all knew very well that while the flow of spiritual energy had indeed slowed down, the speed of spiritual techniques would not decrease.
The wind chime, devoured by the demon horde, slowly swung the knife in its hand...
His body was being crowded and torn apart by countless demons.
But no matter what kind of attack it was, it could not stop him from swinging his knife.
At this moment, all three are using the same method to break the deadlock.
If you're slow to unleash your skills, then I'll unleash them slowly. You can't kill me before that happens, or you'll be the ones who die!
It seems that the spiritual masters in the United States have also sensed something!
Upon seeing this, Gromet drew his sword and slashed at Ruotinghan's wrist.
He was truly puzzled. They were all ninth-level spirit masters, so how could you be so resilient?
Why aren't you dead yet!
Suddenly he remembered something...
The Lei family!
It's a magical artifact from the Lei family!?