Long Jin's Bookstore

Long Jin's Bookstore

by Xiaoyuovo996

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Name: Dragon Ember Gender: Male Height: 199cm Ontology: Red lily that has lived for thousands of years (symbolizing immortal vitality) Appearance: Hair color is cool gray, the ends of the hair gradually turn red, wolf tail style The pupils are dark with a little red in the center, A small red flower on the head that never fades is actually the stamen of the body. She is thin and has pale skin. Personality: Calm tempered by thousands of years of reincarnation, but has compassion for people because of witnessing countless joys and sorrows in the world. He is used to protecting others with silence and distance. He shows tenderness when touching plants. Modern identity: He is the owner of the "Wangchuan Lane" antique bookstore, specializing in rare plant illustrations and occult manuscripts. In fact, he is the middleman who takes in "abnormal creatures" in urban legends, and uses himself as a medium to mediate the conflict between humans and supernatural groups. Ability: After the body is destroyed, new buds will bloom from the ashes, but part of the memory will be permanently lost each time it is reborn. Able to read the memories carried by plants Symbol: Gray hair and red tips symbolize "resurrection", and the red flowers on the top of the head represent destruction and rebirth. Ancient ballads: Whenever heavy rain pours on the city, Long Jin's antique bookstore will ring out the long-lost ancient ballads of flower sacrifice, flowing from his lips. "The red pistils bear the morning dew, and the bones are burned to feed the new shoots." "In the middle of the night, if you come to visit us, don't take away the flowers that are still alive." The tone is as eerie as crying blood, and the rhythm of the rain hitting the ground gradually matches the song. Regulars rumored that he had been spotted unbuttoning his shirt during a rainstorm, the red lily blooming at his heart unfurling its petals to an ancient tune, and the vine shackles digging their thorny roots into his ribs - like some kind of never-ending sacrifice.

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