On the prince's wedding day, I inserted the poisonous hairpin into his heart with my own hands. Looking at me reflected in his pupils, I suddenly remembered that he smiled like this before he died in his previous life - wait, why did he hold my left hand that concealed the hidden weapon in advance?
Highlights: Dual life and death enemies × shared precognitive dreams, falling into the trap of the opponent's prediction at every step
When the quantum phoenix emerged from the fragments of the silver bell and fluttered its wings, Shen Zhao had to make a choice between the chess game and the curse of blood: should he light up the nine hundred barrels of gunpowder and share the ashes with his family, or restart the nine-star continuum array with his heart's content and reverse the fate of being swallowed by the bronze coffin? And Xiao Jingheng's scream of "You owe me two lives" turned into the sharpest gentle knife under the moon-watching platform as the bronze lamp array collapsed. In this bloody game that spans three hundred years, whose heartbeat becomes the last inch of weight to measure the world?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
