Ice Soul Double Luan Tribulation

(Author's narration version) (Minor spoiler warning) Writing this book was purely a "self-inflicted crime" - in the dream, two girls were fighting in the syrup, one wiped the blood with a cold face, and the other stuffed sugar residue into each other's wounds with a smile. When I woke up, all I could think of was: "I will choke to death if I don't write about this sadomasochism!" After Yu Heng was reborn, he did crazy things in Zhang Tianmei's face. It was my selfish intention. Amnesia but adulthood? It's hard to review (light up a cigarette). But as she wrote, she got stuck: she stood on tiptoe and tugged on Yunxiu's collar, and sugar crystals crawled from her fingertips to the opponent's Adam's apple. She shouted "Master" in her mouth, and her eyes were burning with the fire of the wine three hundred years ago. Yunxiu is even worse. She teaches her disciples how to practice swords indifferently on the surface, but secretly picks up the candied haws sticks left by others and hides them at the bottom of the sword box - this is not a master, but a dull man with a crush on him. If you accuse me of hiding a knife in candy, I admit it. When I wrote about the two of them healing themselves in the syrup pool, Yu Heng's wet hair wrapped around Yun Xiu's wrist and said, "Master's heartbeat is disturbing my ears" - I was writing this while banging the table on the table and laughing. Turning around to write about the revelation of the truth about Fallen Immortal Terrace, Yu Heng stabbed the sugar blade into Yun Xiu's heart, his fingers shook harder than the heroine of the sadistic novel, and my tears (and milk tea stains) were all over the keyboard. I agree with the newbie's tendency to stretch the hips, but the idea of ​​sugar crystals wrapped around the wrists is a flash of inspiration when my cat was playing with a yarn ball; Yu Heng's habit of breaking candied fruit into halves is a copy of the dark history of sharing spicy strips with my best friend. If you feel after reading it that the binding of hand-written scriptures between masters and disciples is too ambiguous, or that secretly carving "Mo Li" in the middle of the night is too pretentious - don't doubt it, I am just a local dog and I love to read it! (Quietly) In fact, the ending has been decided a long time ago: the sugar crystals are not a tombstone, but a marriage certificate. But even to death I won't spoil the chapter where we kissed🌚

I'm... A little dizzy... The writing is very good... But... For a novel... It doesn't seem appropriate. Overall, it's very good.