[Two male protagonists + fantasy + salvation + feelings of family and country + two-way rush 1v1]
[The voluptuous black devil attacks x the slow and cold beauty suffers]
Wen Gushuo sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, playing the piano in the wind, his clothes rolled wildly like a splash-ink landscape painting. Lifting your fingers to pluck the strings will cause the peaks to stare blankly. The surging demonic energy stopped instantly, and they all retreated, leaving a mottled surface.
He leaned over and rubbed the concave and convex marks. Pain traveled from his fingertips to his heart, gouging out bloody holes.
Engraved here are the last sacrifices offered to heaven and earth in the last days, and the only last words to annihilate the ashes.
"I just hope that we can go back together in the next life, or we may never see each other again in this life."
Young Master, I have no afterlife, so you want to say goodbye to me? Wen Gushuo raised the corner of his lips slightly, his red eyes caught the red clouds and burst into flames.
——Absolutely impossible.
"What if I don't drink this Meng Po soup?" Ji Yanyang poured the cup down, her gentle voice full of perseverance, unshakable.
"You will eventually die, and there will be no next life."
"It's what I asked for."
