Siming Tribulation: the Search for Nine Tails

Name: Siming Tribulation: the Search for Nine Tails
Author: Guiyan

by Guiyan

ongoing Fantasy Romance Super Powers Female Lead

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30Kwords14chapters

Latest:

Ch. 14 — Changes in the Bronze Seal and the Fate of the Seal Keepers

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About This Novel

She is the commander in charge of fate under the throne of God. In order to change the fate of the nine-tailed fox, she secretly used the cinnabar pen and was punished by picking the bones of the immortal and enduring ten lives of love. He is the supreme white nine-tails in the demon world. In order to trace the traces of her reincarnation, he has guarded the boundary between yin and yang for thousands of years, using the demon element to protect her soul. In this life, she is Su Qingci, the keeper of the Taoist seal, as cold as frost, with cinnabar on her fingertips that can determine yin and yang; he is the red-robed demon lord who wanders around the world, bewitching the world, and shaking the wind and clouds with the flick of his nine tails. The broken pages of the ancient book in the haunted house, the sly smile of the reflection in the mirror, and the whimpering of the City of Wasted Death behind the door, entangled the two again - her compass always trembled when he approached, and his copper bell only sounded softly in her ears. When the bronze seal loosened, and when the heart-eating evil ghost screamed "all the ghosts will eat the heart if you are passionate," the forgotten past finally broke through reincarnation: the word "temporary" she added to her life book was his obsession that spanned life and death; the scar on his heart that matched her broken jade was the concern that had not changed in two lifetimes. The God King of Heaven used the heavenly rules to punish her and asked her: "You can only return to your throne after breaking up your love. Which one do you choose?" She looked at the nine-tailed snow-white fox tail spread beside her, and the cinnabar on her fingertips blended with his demonic essence: "I choose him." It turns out that love is never a matter of asking for it, but forgetting it a thousand times will fall in love a thousand times again; destiny is never a shackle, but the peach blossoms in his eyes and the cinnabar of her pen, written together by "the heart is determined to win the fate".