In the bamboo forest, a strong wind blew, causing the silver-haired man's robes to flutter and his hair to fly in the air.
"Azure Ashes, surrender now."
The man in white pointed a sword at his throat, saying, "Evil can never triumph over justice."
"A mere ant dares to speak?"
Cang Jin stood with his toes on the bamboo, looking down at the bamboo with disdain in his eyes.
"So what if you're an ant? Today is your death day."
"An ant trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength."
Centered on Cang Jin, the formation emitted dozens of golden rays that shot from the ground into the air, forming a barrier that isolated the outside world.
Dozens of figures flew over, and the white-robed man knelt on one knee, "Master!"
"My disciple, please rise."
The white-robed old man at the head of the group had a kind look in his eyes. "Cang Jin, won't you turn back before it's too late? Are you determined to make one mistake after another and go all the way down this path?"
"I won't waste words with you, come and fight!"
Then the old man in white withdrew his kind gaze and turned resolute, "Disciples, listen to my command! Follow me to kill the demon!"
"yes!"
Cang Jin, who could kill a whole group of disciples with a single sword strike, somehow found his body, which had been brimming with power just moments before, completely powerless, and he stood frozen in place.
Then, an unknown disciple stabbed him hard in the heart. Cang Jin stared in disbelief at the sword and died just like that.
In a comfortable and affordable residential community, in apartment 402 of building 7, a young girl was expressionlessly typing something on her computer.
"Egg, what is my mission?"
A busy signal followed, but no one responded. Shen Muqing had been in this world for three days, doing nothing. Her memories told her that she was a somewhat famous cartoonist in this world, usually staying at home creating art.
"Damn it, you're slacking off again. I'm even envious of how easy your job is."
Shen Muqing jabbed hard at the drawing board, staring at the tenth person he had drawn to death in just three days on the screen, and smiled. "Those who are pretentious are going to die."
If you pretend, you'll all die. So, who's next to die?
Shen Muqing twirled her paintbrush, pondering in her mind that the third male lead should be next.
The main villain of this comic died, so it should have been the final chapter. But Shen Muqing had a sudden inspiration: why don't they all die? That way, they'll have company in the underworld and won't be lonely.
Late at night, Shen Muqing was still staring at the computer. She was eager to finish the comic, as drawing as soon as she got up every day was really difficult for her.
She stared intently at the screen, moving the mouse up and down. She was somewhat dissatisfied with the villain's death; he shouldn't have died so easily. Such a death was too effortless.
Should we give him a few more sword strikes? Turn him into a beehive. Or should we cleave him in two, leaving him with no trace of his body?
"So conflicted," a conflicted look appeared on Shen Muqing's pale face, which lacked exercise.
"Forget it, I'd better go to sleep first," she thought, quickly climbing into bed. The computer screen was still showing the page where the villain died. She went to sleep without turning off the computer; it seemed that the mental creation she'd been doing these past few days had really taken its toll.
When Cang Jin closed his eyes and opened them, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world. It was a small house with only one woman sitting in front of something that glowed, her fingers deftly manipulating something.
He stood silently behind her, watching her movements, and discovered that the strangely glowing thing was actually painted with his image.
The white hair, black robe, and his signature sword, as well as the red mark behind his ear, all match up.
Then he saw several versions of himself die in all sorts of pathetic ways. Cang Jin's knuckles cracked. How could someone as powerful as him die in such a humiliating way?
Cang Jin watched the girl's back without showing any emotion, noticing her strange clothes and her fair, tender thighs, which were completely exposed. She was truly shameless.
Seeing the girl turn around, Cang Jin tried to find a place to hide in a somewhat disheveled state. He didn't want to break the girl's neck so easily, but there was nowhere to hide.
Shen Muqing turned around and found nothing, unable to see his presence, and went straight to bed.
Cang Jin had an absurd thought: Could he be dead? Was he a soul? Otherwise, why couldn't the girl see him?
That night, Cang Jin stood in front of the bed with questions in his mind, staring at the sleeping girl all night, glancing at the computer from time to time, and staring at the girl's sleeping face from time to time.
It seems like something is changing.
The next day, near noon, Shen Muqing lazily stretched out his hand, and it took him several seconds to come back to reality with his eyes open.
Cang Jin had never seen a girl who could sleep so much, sleeping from night until noon the next day. He twitched the corner of his mouth and was speechless.
After washing up and eating some bread, the girl returned to her computer; she hadn't finished revising yesterday's script yet.
The villain must be given a death befitting his status; it would be too frustrating for him to be stabbed to death by an unknown disciple.
Shen Muqing ate her bread while holding a paintbrush and drawing on the canvas. She kept revising her work until the villain was finally killed by the beauty of the heroine.
Yes, she's stunningly beautiful. The female lead is breathtakingly gorgeous. The villain's heart raced at the sight of her, and he collapsed and died.
"Heh~"
Cang Jin laughed angrily, thinking it would be better to be stabbed through the heart by a sword.
His breath formed a stream that blew towards the back of Shen Muqing's neck. Shen Muqing sensed it and scratched the back of her neck without paying attention. The movement revealed a bit of her skin because of her loose pajamas.
Cang Jin stood behind her, his view unobstructed. Pink tinges crept up the tips of her ears, and her gaze drifted elsewhere. Was she trying to seduce him?
He observed the girl's daily activities for a day. She didn't go out at all; she just stayed in the small house, grinning and laughing at the glowing thing.
He doesn't understand, is it really that funny?
Perhaps he was tired of standing, so he sat on the edge of the bed, right behind the girl, and stared at the computer screen with her.
When he realized that the corners of his mouth had inexplicably turned up, Cang Jin pretended to be very serious and smoothed out the corners of his mouth, and then put on an arrogant expression again.
That night, Shen Muqing, tired from playing, lay down on the bed to sleep. Cang Jin took a walk around her house and found that only her room was suitable for sleeping; the other rooms were either full of clutter or full of her clothes.
Helpless, since she couldn't see herself anyway, Cang Jin lay down next to Shen Muqing fully clothed, intending to make do.
He closed his eyes to rest. Actually, he didn't need to sleep; what's the point of sleeping when you're dead? But he felt tired standing up.
"Smack!"
A fragrant hand was placed on Cang Jin's abdomen, and even through his clothes, Cang Jin could feel the girl's body temperature.
The girl slept like an octopus, clinging to him all night until dawn. Cang Jin remained silent but did not leave.
"Ooh~"
Shen Muqing opened her eyes groggily. Yesterday was the best night she had slept since she came here. It was so comfortable.
She sat up and rested for several minutes before turning on the machine and going downstairs barefoot.
For some reason, Cang Jin noticed that her fair feet were barefoot as she walked on the cold floor, and his sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.
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