Lu Mingzhe slapped the contract on the table: "I'll leave when the three years are up!" Ling Ying lazily raised his eyelids: "Broken the contract? The soul remains." He hesitated in seconds and clocked in obediently to go to work. Check-in for the ghost during the day and accompany her on patrol at night. A thunderstorm suddenly struck, and she dragged him into the battle: "I'll lend you your yang energy." When the lightning struck, he held his head and screamed, but he stretched out his hand to block the thunder for her. Blood splattered on the moon's marrow, and thousands of years of memories exploded. In the flames of the war, the silver-armored general turned around and smiled, and it was clearly him. The general inserted an arrow into his chest to protect the white cat girl behind him: "Little Moon, don't cry." Ling Ying froze, tears falling on the back of his hand: "So you came back early, but I didn't recognize you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
