"Hey, have you heard that the little master killed his own mother in order to forge swords?"
"Shh... don't talk nonsense, as long as we know about it ourselves."
"I also heard that a few days ago, a male disciple practiced swords with her, but he was seriously injured in the end!"
"Isn't it, the hostility is so heavy?"
"So, no one dares to approach her now..."
Liu Qianhuan sat on the steps, the sun shone on her indifferent little face, looking extremely cold.
She and Binghongjian have the same heart and mind, and her hearing is also very clear.
She could hear the whispered conversation of the two disciples in the distance.
But she didn't get angry, she just sat quietly, because she felt that those people were right.
She also has no friends. Looking back on the past, it seems that her mother has been with her from beginning to end.
Her mother was her only friend, but now, she had killed her mother.
That male disciple practiced swords with her out of good intentions, and she practiced against her mother, but accidentally severely injured that male disciple...
"Mom, except for making more friends, I have done all the things you told me. I practice swords for four hours a day, I am not proud, I am low-key, I don't fight my father, I don't show off my wealth, I am not picky about food..."
"Is Huanhuan still a pass?"
The girl looked up at the blue sky blankly, wanting to see something and hear some response, but what answered her was an autumn wind and silence.
Five years later.
Liu Qianhuan was fifteen years old, with jet-black long hair draped over her slender waist, with a slender figure and a beautiful face, but cold and aloof, she became a famous iceberg beauty in the sect.
She still has no friends.
It's not that no one approaches her. To be honest, no matter how cold her personality is, there are still people willing to try to communicate with her, let alone Liu Mingxuan who secretly encourages other young disciples to communicate with her.
But all this had no effect, she closed herself up.
Practice swords alone, read books alone, and watch the scenery on the back mountain of the sect alone.
Until one day, she saw her half-brother bring back a strange toy from school.
"What's this?"
"Oh, this thing is called a mobile phone, and those moving pictures are called games."
"This is a good thing in the mortal world. It has been modified by me. It can be charged with vitality when it runs out of battery. Want to play?"
Liu Qianhuan's purple eyes reflected the colorful world on the screen, and watched it quietly for a long time.
Although the picture of that world is rough, it is very novel and interesting.
It was cut off from reality, and once she entered that world, she had a brand new identity. It could be the pilot, it could be the general commanding the soldiers, it could be the soldiers... except that it wasn't Liu Qianhuan who killed his mother with the Binghong Sword.
She fell in love with mobile phones, fell in love with games...
She has found a partner, or friend, who can bring her happiness.
Well, that's the phone! !
I don't know when it started, but she slowly became addicted.
Except for the unshakeable sword practice time every day, this mobile phone is what accompanies her.
She gradually became optimistic, as if she had a partner, she had a support, and she even had a pursuit! Learn Chinese characters, learn Chinese, learn everything in the world...
During that time, she realized that her mother's last confession before she died had finally been successfully completed.
"Mom, I have friends and happiness. Every day is very happy, and there are many games to play."
"Is Huanhuan doing well, please praise me?"
The girl pressed the button of the phone and said happily.
A drop of water inadvertently dripped on the screen, like a clear lotus flower, blooming and then being wiped away.
…
After the Void Spirit King was hit by a sword, his aura increased instead of diminishing, and countless colored rays of light converged on its body, forming a solid armor.
Liu Qianhuan looked indifferently at the Void Spirit King who was rising in momentum, a blue light flashed in his eyes.
"Shuangtian." As the voice fell, the blue cold air turned into colorful silk and lingered around her graceful body.
The grotesque and distorted colors around it suddenly stagnated and disappeared strangely.
Blue and white became the main colors of the world, frost and snow continued, and it was bitterly cold.
All this happens in the blink of an eye.
Everything is silent, ice and snow are all day long!
The flames of the Void Spirit King's eyes seemed to be frozen by the world, but it was not afraid at all, and a frightening aura erupted from its whole body, drawing a line of blood with a red sickle in its hand, and slashed at the woman in front of it.
Its body was so fast that it turned into an afterimage, but its speed became strangely slower and slower. When it was three feet away from the woman, it froze in place.
For the first time, Void Spirit King's eyes had fear, and the chill that penetrated into the soul covered the whole body.
There was no change on Liu Qianhuan's face, holding the Binghong sword and facing the Void Spirit King who was being slaughtered by her, simply swipe from top to bottom, and the blue sword shadow fell down like this.
There is no majestic scene, but it carries the true meaning of breaking the soul with a sword.
A white line appeared on the Void Spirit King's body, split its body in two, fell on the white snow, turned into green smoke and dissipated, and died silently.
"Congratulations, the Ethereal Trial passed."
Liu Qianhuan put away his long sword, restrained the Frost Sky Domain, and his cool and arrogant appearance slowly dissipated with the artistic conception.
"It's so boring, I thought how difficult it is in hell, a copy of the hot chicken!"
"On this kind of Ethereal, I can fight ten!"
She scorned the trial mercilessly, and then she put away the inheritance that fell from the sky.
in a dark space.
Spicy chicken copy? Spicy Chicken Trial? Can you hit ten
The bald man who heard this sentence was already full of despair.
My aunt, please spare me!
It's not that the Void Spirit King is not strong, but that you are too strong to be human, okay? !
In the stone room, Liu Qianhuan saw the team members waiting for her.
"Hey, Senior Sister Liu, why are you so slow, can't you play in it?" An Lin greeted with a smile.
Liu Qianhuan happily clapped An Lin's palms: "It's not that I played in it, but the foreplay of the difficulty mode of hell is too long, it took a long time for the boss to show up, and then the boss battle changed into a new one." I waited for a long time..."
"Wow! Sister Liu turned out to be on hell difficulty?! Are the monsters inside strong?" Tian Lingling looked at Liu Qianhuan with reverence after hearing that it was on hell difficulty.
"Well... too weak, two swords will solve it, and the ultimate move is useless."
Liu Qianhuan thought for a moment and said seriously.
It's okay not to mention it, but Tian Lingling almost becomes a fan girl when it is said.
Even An Lin nodded again and again, only to feel that senior sister Liu's aggressive style was getting closer to him, and he was very pleased.
"Huh? Tang Ximen hasn't come out yet?" Liu Qianhuan thought he was the last one to come out, but after recovering, he found that there was still one person missing.
At this time, Tang Ximen was still chasing after a black dragon, but he couldn't catch up...
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