(Two male protagonists·Qiangqiang·Sand sculpture cultivator·Ancient style suspense·Traveler civilization dimensionality reduction attack)
On the day when his spiritual roots were cut out and thrown into the Wangui Abyss, Yan Wuya thought he was dead. As a result, the madman in red who was hanging upside down on the cliff stretched out his hand to catch his blood, licked it and said, "The high-grade fire spirit root smells like coffin boards?" Before he could react, the chain collapsed. The two fell into the abyss together. The madman took out his storybook in mid-air and turned a page: "Thirty years ago, a storyteller jumped from here and wrote a best-selling storybook the next day." Yan Wuya looked at his red eyes and finally asked the first sentence: "Who are you?" The boy in red opened his clothes. On Leng Bai's chest, the same old scar as his Dantian was bleeding. "Xie Chonglan. The unlucky guy who had his spiritual root dug out and stuffed with a dead man's bone thirty years ago." He grabbed Yan Wuya's hand and pressed it on his chest. "What's beating here now is the skull of the previous owner of your Jinghong Sword."
The genius swordsman whose spiritual roots were cut out × the crazy drama star who has been waiting for something to happen for thirty years
On the surface: The United States is strong and indifferent × paranoid and crazy criticism
Reality: Reverse Domestication Literature × Powerful Traitors × All Comedians
There is a door deep in the abyss that should not be opened.
Behind the door, someone has been waiting for them for a long time.
