She is a sword spirit, a sword spirit with a beautiful face, and a sword spirit with a cold heart and almost no mood swings.

Except that thousands of years ago, when her father, the master of the Spirit Demon Clan's forgery who forged her, felt sad when he fell in front of her, in the long years that followed, her emotions were like a frozen lake that had never been blown by a breeze, without the slightest wave.

Pure and flawless, but like a pool of stagnant water.

On that incomparably distant dusk, the sunset was like blood, and the red light enveloped the earth, setting off the glacial world where the spirit demon clan was stationed.

On top of a certain ice peak, there is a huge Xuan-colored forged furnace like a pavilion.

The divine fire in the furnace rises, like purgatory.

However, for everyone else, this is the place where she was born, and the embryo born from her mother is the same.

The lid of the furnace suddenly exploded, and hundreds of millions of colored starlights flickered, and then gradually converged and formed, and she was born, with a slender body, like a smooth galaxy.

"It worked, it finally worked. The old man of the Spirit Demon Clan, who was as thin as wood and had deep eyes, raised his hand and made a move, and the bright galaxy flew in his hand, condensing into a sword body in his palm, and the old man of the Demon Clan held her in both hands, crying with joy.

Drops of tears, like spring rain, fell little by little, moistening her beautiful cheeks.

On top of the teardrops, she could sense the temperature of her father's body.

"Daddy. The sword spirit opened its ignorant eyes like a newborn baby, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in this strange old man, and instantly reacted that this was her founder, so there was also a faint joy in his heart.

She is also like a human baby, wanting to lie in her father's arms, and she also wants to stretch out her palm to touch her father's kind cheek.

However, the thin old man's body suddenly trembled, and he vomited blood one after another, so that the beard under his chin was soaked with blood.

"What's wrong with you?" the sword spirit worried, so he passed on a thought.

The thin old man did not make any response, but held her in his hand, as if looking at his daughter, and the meaning of love in his eyes did not need to be conveyed in words, she was already clear and clear.

The worry faded from Sword Spirit's heart.

There was a joy in her heart.

She lay greedily in her father's arms, thinking that this peace would last for thousands of years.

However, in the next moment, an unhealthy flush appeared on the thin old man's face, and he hurriedly threw her into the distance.

Although she had just been born, her blade was already unmatched, and it was inserted into the distant mountain rock like a tofu, and it sank into the handle.

"Daddy, Daddy. She was like a child abandoned by her parents, and she couldn't help crying.

The thin old man bent down and suddenly vomited blood, which gradually gathered into a small lake on the ground beneath his feet.

She suddenly understood that her father was afraid of soiling her body, so he threw her far away in advance.

"It's okay, I don't mind. She passed on another thought.

Before the Lord was recognized, there was a strange telepathic connection between the weapon and the forger.

However, the emaciated old man could no longer respond to her.

He couldn't stand upright, coughing up blood one by one, and his old body trembled, like a shivering yellow leaf in late autumn, although it had a brilliant vein, it was more fragile than the wings of a butterfly.

Transparent and fragile, as if torn apart.

The nearby earth was flooded with blood.

Rivers of blood.

Suddenly, the thin old man straightened up, his eyes were deep in his sunken sockets, like an unquenchable flame, and like the brightest stars hanging in the sky.

"The sword has been completed, and I have no regrets. The sword is complete, and I have no regrets. Hahaha..."The thin old man stared deeply at her in the distance, and in his blazing eyes, he showed an extremely pious look, laughed uncontrollably, burst into tears, and tears poured down.

"Daddy, don't make a sound. Want... Take care. Although the sword spirit is not familiar with the world, he also knows that his father's situation is not good, and he cried and said.

The thin old man didn't seem to hear her words, and he kept laughing, and his body trembled as the laughter continued, trembling with heartfelt happiness.

It seems to be a great detachment to achieve one's wish, die without regrets, and let go of everything.

Suddenly, his old body shook, and the tangram was bleeding, and blood lines flowed down his cheeks.

The sound of the heartbeat is also stopped.

Through the induction between each other, the sword spirit knew it for the first time.

"Wow, Daddy, Daddy. Sword Spirit burst into tears.

Every few moments, the first person who wanted to subdue her appeared in front of her.

It was the person who was the patriarch of the Spirit Demon Clan at that time, a middle-aged man who seemed to have a temperament that dominated the world, with a face like a knife and eyes like lightning.

His thick and powerful palm covered the hilt of her sword, and a voice full of ambition sounded: "Divine Sword, if you obey my Spirit Emperor, I will lead you to conquer the world, sweep the universe, heaven and earth, I am the only one, how about it?"

The sword spirit shook his head, desperately shaking his head.

The patriarch Linghuang was unwilling to give up, and communicated for a long time, but it was never successful.

"I don't know what to do. The Spirit Emperor had no choice but to put her back in her place, brushed her sleeves away, and said unhappily when he left.

Soon, she welcomed a second attempt, the best genius of the clan at the time, an unruly young arrogant son.

The proud son put the palm of the young cultivation on the hilt of the sword, and his unruly face was full of confidence at this time.

Since he was born, he has had a smooth ride and never knew what it was like to fail.

However, the arrogant man tried all kinds of means, but the sword spirit didn't like this person's gaze at her very much, and the naked utilitarianism couldn't hide it, so no matter what ideas the other party transmitted, she refused them all.

"Hmph, son of a bitch. The young man muttered a curse as he left.

She didn't pay attention to it, but her heart became more and more sad, and she thought sadly: "Daddy, where are you, I don't like to be here, I miss you so much." ”

Later, there came all kinds of tryers, although they were all excellent geniuses in the clan, but they all had hidden or naked ambitions, and she was very unhappy with their ambitions, so they were all rejected by her.

In the repeated attempts, her heart gradually froze, and her image also changed, from a baby to a girl, and then to a noble and glamorous girl.

Her temperament is becoming more and more cold and glamorous, and she no longer has any disgust in her heart for the continuous attempts to cross the river, and her heart is like a rock.

And the tryers are like guests walking on the mountain road, no matter how many guests there are, the mountain rocks will not change in any way because of them, and even the curses after failure are ignored, and they don't take it to heart at all, but the heart is getting colder and harder.

Sometimes, she also knows how the people are doing.

For example, from a certain patriarch, I learned the state of the first attempter, the Spirit Emperor, the patriarch of the Spirit Demon Clan, who wanted to dominate the world, died in the conspiracy of several top masters of the enemy race.

This is known from the mouths of the people who plan to succeed the former's legacy later, who keep saying that they are inheriting the unfinished wishes of their predecessors, for the sake of the spirit demon clan, or for the righteousness of the world, but they can't elicit any response from her.

Countless people have come with anticipation, tried, and then left helplessly, cursing and leaving, leaving in frustration, and leaving angrily.

came and scattered, scattered and came again, but no matter how she came or went, she couldn't let her emotions ripple in the slightest.

She froze the lake of her heart for thousands of years.

The heart lake, which has been frozen for thousands of years, ignores abuse, praise, slander, and flattery.

Ignore, disregard, disregard...

The unsealing of her heart lake was thousands of years later.

was held in someone's hands again, but this time it was a very charming little girl at a young age.

Although the little girl is not yet perennial, the pure and charming temperament on her body has been formed, and she is a beautiful embryo.

This is naturally Fei Fei when she was a child.

"Sister, otherwise, you will obey me. As if reincarnated, words similar to those of the first attempter, the Spirit Emperor, came out of Fei Fei's mouth.

Fei Fei held the Ice Stream Sword in her hand and looked at her with a smile.

"It's not in vain. The title of my sister made Jian Ling's heart feel a little good.

Although there were no shortage of girls among the previous attempts, Fei Fei's eyes looking at her were unprecedentedly pure, like a little beast that didn't understand the world, which was fundamentally different from those girls, and she could still distinguish this.

However, that's all, she has rejected a few years ago, and it is impossible to break thousands of years of peaceful life because of the slightest favor.

Even in the hustle and bustle, in the midst of abuse, she can still live a quiet life, quietly for thousands of years.

Fei Fei began to fight to the death.

But the sword is so flexible, I haven't seen any stalking, but I'm silent.

After a few hours, Fei Fei had a dry tongue and said pitifully: "It seems that I am not attractive enough, so I don't care about it." Actually, it's not that I like you so much, it's my father who asked me to come, I can't do it, he will be unhappy, really can't get from me?"

"Of course not. The sword spirit replied, and immediately looked at her with interest.

She felt that she would see the same reaction in the other person as the losers in the past.

This is the law, the law that has not changed for thousands of years.

"Alright then, sister, I'm going back to practice. If I don't work, my dad almost blames me. I'll see you again when I have time. Fei Fei was not angry, smiled when she spoke, put her down, and left neatly.

Somehow, the sword spirit's cold mood for thousands of years has a trace of warmth in this day.