Chapter 412: Cultivation? Cultivate magic?

The host in this plane is called Duan Xiaoge, the daughter of a master in a martial arts style.
The son of Xiuxian is difficult, and Duan Xiaoge's mother died of childbirth when she gave birth to her, so the head of the family loved this daughter exceptionally.
Duan Xiaoge looks good. From the childhood Jade child to the later beauty child, really from small to big.
Most of the people who cultivate the immortal world practice, so most of them are handsome men and women.
But as beautiful as Duan Xiaoge, not only do men like to watch, but even women ca n’t even look away.
However, even though Duan Xiaoge looks beautiful, she also has flaws, she can't cultivate, and she's a full-yin constitution.
Therefore, since childhood, the head has never let Duan Xiaoge leave the martial arts. In the eyes of Duan Xiaoge, this world seems to be so big.
Although the martial arts is small, Duan Xiaoge has been held in the palm of his hand by everyone and the head. Since childhood, he has hardly suffered any grievances. Naturally, she does not know any abnormalities in her body.
The change happened when the host was eighteen years old. The master who had gone abroad went back to her father's rehearsal and secretly broke through the restrictions imposed by her father. He not only took the opportunity to kill her father who was injured internally. Then, all the sects and sisters of the entire school were killed.
The elder brother looks good and has a gentle personality. The host signed an engagement contract with the elder brother when he was a kid, and waited for the host's eighteenth birthday to pass.
However, I didn't expect that the big brother who always smiles in my memory, but that day was like a demon from hell.
Even those younger brothers and sisters who respect him most on weekdays are no exception.
The entire martial art was blood, and the host was standing in the hall, looking at her brother who was holding the bleeding sword step by step.
"why?"
Why do you do this?
She regarded him as a lifelong companion, her father regarded him as a half son, and the entire sect was respected and worshipped by him.
This is where he grew up, this is where he cultivates him.
Why did he do this?
Isn't this her brother?
Her clothes were torn, and his sword lined her.
She cried in pain and she tried to avoid him.
But she was a waste that could not even practice. Under his coercion, she couldn't even talk.
A big fire broke the entire sect to ashes.
The host's body was bruised all over his sword.
The host lost everything in that fire.
But she took a breath and didn't die.
No, it's not dead.
It was dead, but the grievance in her heart was too heavy for her to dissipate, and she was fortunate to have the help of this man in red in front of her, which made her a ghost.
A ghost with a sigh of relief.
A ghost who needs to mingle with a man every day to hang this popularity.
The host was as simple as a blank piece of paper.
But this great change made her fall from heaven to hell.
To survive, she had to mingle with different men every day.
And after sunrise, as long as you look in the mirror, you will see your Yasha-like face.
Every day, she will be used as a furnace by the man in red, and all her energy will be evacuated, causing her body to experience the pain of Ling Chi, which is worse than life.
The host wants to die.
Living like this, always in purgatory.
But she didn't want to die like that.