This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

The sun still rises as usual.

On the busy streets, vendors are shouting to passers-by, trying to sell their wares in various ways.

At the corner of the street, there is a noodle stall. The noodle business is not very good. The taste is average, the portion is average, and the overall appearance is average. Even at the busiest noon time, not many people come here to eat.

Therefore, the only two customers at this stall seemed abrupt and strange for no reason.

The two of them sat opposite each other, feeling particularly uncomfortable with their long legs bent between the narrow table and chairs. It was also the high noon in midsummer, with heat waves rolling in, so much so that their vision was slightly distorted due to overheating. Scalding steam rose from the big pot of the noodle stall, gradually blending into the heat waves and sunlight, and scattered into every bit of smoke, becoming a member of the human world.

Neither of them spoke, but watched the boss's every move, silently estimating how long it would take for the disgusting noodles to be cooked.

The boss skillfully pulled and separated the noodles, and when he felt the customer's gaze, he began to toss the noodles into pieces. Then, in a very strange posture, he threw the noodles, each of which was clearly separated, into the still bubbling pot.

"It will be ready soon!" he smiled to the guests.

One of the guests was silent for a while, then said, "No hurry, we're not hungry yet."

"Why are you eating noodles if you're not hungry?" the boss asked as he scooped up the noodles.

"Isn't it okay for you to come and reminisce about the past?" the guest said with a smile.

Seeing the guests' smiles, the boss couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body, and his hands even quickened. After pouring the sauce on them, he placed two bowls of noodles in front of the two people and said, "If you want to reminisce, eat noodles first."

The two smiled at each other, then picked up their chopsticks and tasted the boss's masterpiece.

When the boss saw that they were enjoying their noodles, a smug smile appeared on his face.

After he had completely put down his bowl and chopsticks, the boss asked, "Xie Kurong, why are you so free today that you come here to see me?"

"See if you are dead." Xie Kuorong sneered and replied.

The boss, the former assassin Qishi from the Seven Killers Sect, curled his lips and turned to another customer and asked, "You are not as vicious as him, are you?"

"I miss my uncle." An Ling said with a smile.

"That's so heartwarming! You're such a sweet girl!" Seventy pretended to wipe away tears and said with emotion, "I thought you were going to forget about me."

An Ling said seriously, "If this Ku'an City hadn't been guarded by my uncle, it would have been razed to the ground by the Futian Army long ago. An Ling can only admire him."

Seventy wiped the sweat off his head with the towel around his neck and replied, "I can't help it. I finally found a place to live here. It's not good to move again, right?"

An Ling smiled softly and said, "Then Master Uncle is really suitable to be the guardian monk here."

Seventy rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, everyone knows that this is the most lucrative position in your Hedao League. After that incident, I'm afraid the people who want to follow you will have to line up from here to the East China Sea, right?"

"But uncle," An Ling said seriously, "what I said on the sea before is definitely not empty talk. No matter what size the Hedao League is, you are welcome to come, because this is my promise."

"Hedaomeng is a home, a home without many red tape and false formalities. It welcomes you at any time."

"Tsk!" Seventy turned the teacup and thought for a while before saying, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Hearing Qishi say this, An Ling immediately smiled.

"I do have some questions for you," Seventy said, "Can you tell the truth?"

"Please tell me."

Seventy lowered his eyes and asked, "What happened in the Great Xuan Imperial Capital?"

An Ling still maintained her unchanged smile and asked, "Then how much do you know?"

"Evil cultivators, immortal sects, and the Heaven-shattering Army simultaneously attacked the imperial capital for a pure-blooded baby dragon."

"anything else?"

"An Ling, I'm asking you."

An Ling quietly tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword, and then smiled: "Of course that's what happened. After that, everyone started a great battle in the palace, which 'just happened' to raze the emperor's bedroom to the ground. Fortunately, only the emperor and some monks died in this accident, and the battle did not affect the people in the city."

Seventy smiled softly and nodded, "Then this ending is pretty good."

Thinking of the truth that only she knew, An Ling continued to smile and nodded, "Yes, that's great. If they hadn't been blinded by the young dragon, I wouldn't have been able to capture all the high-ranking officials of the Futian Army in one fell swoop."

Seventy sighed, "Since then, neither the Futian Army nor the Immortal Sect has ever recovered. The Hedao League and the Wanxian League have become the rulers of the virtual Great Xuan."

"Oh, by the way, I remember you have a friend in Daxuan?"

Thinking of Shao Shuang'er, An Ling nodded and said, "Yes, she has finally achieved her wish and has taken control of the entire court. The person she loves has also handed over the legitimate throne to her."

"Who is it? The illegitimate child who was almost possessed by another body?" Seventy said with a smile.

"Brother Lu Xiulin, there is no one left in Daxuan, so he is the only one who can inherit it."

"Isn't there a princess?"

"It's fake, just a smokescreen to confuse Shao Xiang," An Ling said with emotion, "I really don't understand my senior sister anymore. She is so ruthless to her own father."

"Who is behind Lao Shao?"

An Ling poured herself a cup of tea and replied, "I'm afraid you won't believe me, but guess which god can grant immortality?"

"The Immortal Sect, who else could it be?" Seventy said with a smile.

"It's Tianxuan Yuanjun, she..." Thinking of Tianxuan Yuanjun, An Ling's voice was choked with sobs, but she quickly adjusted herself and replied calmly: "She is the manipulator behind the scenes. She used the immortality technique to seduce the powerful and spread rumors about dragon blood among the cultivators. Her purpose is to lure you into a trap and catch everyone in one fell swoop."

Qishi asked doubtfully: "Tianxuan? Although she is overbearing, she is not..."

"It was her!" An Ling said firmly, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

An Ling's emotions rarely fluctuated violently, and Qishi said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I will definitely believe you. Well, these things are in the past anyway, and they have nothing to do with us. How about having another bowl?"

Thinking of the taste just now, the two of them fell silent at the same time. Seventy laughed and said, "Okay, so it tastes bad! Then you have to help me improve the taste! Otherwise, I can't support myself, how can I go back to my old job, Master An?"

Looking at Qishi's busy figure, Xie Kurong finally broke the silence and asked An Ling: "An Ling, I always feel that something seems to have changed in me. Do you know why?"

An Ling smiled mysteriously and replied, "Everything is changing for the better, isn't that good? As for other things, what can ordinary people like us do?"

On the busy streets, there were shouts and the noise of cars and horses passing by, which diluted An Ling's nightmare about that day.

But she knew that she would never be able to escape from that hellish nightmare, and she must never forget it.

Because only she knows.

She must remember.

……

They were a group of nameless heroes.

They are a bunch of ridiculous and sad clowns.

Countless souls intertwined under the dark clouds, and the young dragon wailed in the sky.

Blood flowed in the streets of the imperial city, hideous limbs were twisted in the corners, and monks holding human bone magic tools sat cross-legged in the air, hoping to send the poor people to the afterlife before the demons devoured them.

The swordsman's sword was dripping with the blood of countless monks. She knew that those who died on this sword could never be resurrected.

And she is the executioner who controls the murderous blade!

The once graceful and beautiful woman has lost the nourishment of flesh and blood and has now become a dry and skinny old woman, but her hands are still strong.

The old woman grasped the swordsman's hand tightly, and gently but forcefully led her to stab at the black and white light balls that were fighting each other.

Amid the screams, it seemed as if a thin membrane that had been covering the head was pierced, and the world became brand new.

Then, she once again took the swordsman and her sword and stabbed the monk's body. With a Buddhist chant like liberation, the magic weapon and countless souls with helpless compassion were shattered and fell into the mortal world.

Perhaps these fragments will become nutrients for a blade of grass in spring, or become part of the soil that supports the earth.

Or it may simply disappear between heaven and earth, leaving no trace.

Who knows?

Finally, the one-armed old woman smiled and pointed the swordsman's sword at her heart.

She said: The world no longer needs old people like me. All of us are looking forward to your appearance. We have been waiting for you for too long.

Don't let it down, don't feel sad for us, and don't go against your own heart.

Let's go, An Ling! Walk out a path that no one has walked before!

When you succeed, every blade of grass and every stone will jump for joy for you!

……

An Ling fell to her knees. She had completely lost the right to cry.

She watched silently as everything rewound and restarted.

——Everything lost will come back.

All people and all things, even if they have become part of the long river of time, have been salvaged ashore by an indescribable force and have reappeared in the world again.

But at what cost?

Are they two celestial beings who died together?

Is he a cultivator who has lost the qualification for reincarnation and completely disappeared between heaven and earth?

Or is it a sad history that only one person remembers?

But nothing matters anymore.

Because the sun still rises as usual.

[The Sword of the Immortals of the East Sea, the end]