"Hmm? You don't want to?" She stopped and turned her head slightly to ask her.
Green Strike quickly shook her head, clinging tightly to her shoulders: "I'm willing, but..."
She lowered her eyes, her voice trembling with fear: "But I... I'm dirty."
My heart was pounding, as if I were undergoing some kind of trial.
"It's okay, you're mine now, as long as I don't mind." Her nonchalant tone was completely genuine.
Green Strike's tears finally fell.
Thanks.
She thought to herself.
Later, she learned her true identity: the infamous leader of the Sun Moon Cult, a villain whom everyone in the righteous sects wanted to kill.
But Green Strike knew that she was not a bad person, and the followers of the Sun Moon Cult did not indiscriminately kill innocent people.
On the contrary, those who indiscriminately killed innocent people were controlled by her with poison, so that they would only do good deeds in the future to atone for their sins!
The martial arts world under her rule was a time of peace and prosperity.
No one in this world is better than her!
She ascended to the position of leader on the day Hua Rong disappeared.
Green Strike believed that she would return one day.
Therefore, she has to guard this place for her.
She sat in the spot she used to sit in, and pointed coldly at the statue by the door, saying, "You must remember that she is the ancestor of our Demonic Sect. She founded the Demonic Sect, which is why you have a place to stay today."
The beggars, their faces still filled with bewilderment, looked at the statue—a lifelike, beautiful woman as pure and aloof as a snow lotus.
"Did you remember?"
"Understood, pay respects to the Ancestor!"
Green Strike looked up at the statue and murmured softly, "It's snowing again..."
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