[Unlimited streaming + micro-terrorism + single male protagonist + emotionless line + escape + reasoning + decryption]
The morning mist squeezed into the room through the cracks in the window and enveloped Nian Qingyan, who slowly lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was on a bus heading to Chengcun.
He was confused, Chengcun? Does it have any meaning?
…
As he walked on the road paved with blood and stood between the sea of fire, thousands of shrill and broken cries penetrated his ears, filling his mind, and his blood-stained eyes revealed endless sorrow.
"Chengcun will no longer be a desolate scene, you see."
In July and a half, the sedan chair is rocking,
The bride smiles and her hijab floats,
Lang Jun took a light and took a photo——
I saw a golden hairpin piercing the tip of my throat.
Worship in the high hall, candles burn with tears,
A glass of wine, yin and yang intercourse,
Tomorrow spring grass will grow on the tomb,
Langgu hairpin and concubine dressing up.
Night at Netherworld Market
"Thousands of layers are stacked in the night, people who sell their souls are hidden in the market, and those who steal their breath live."
Frozen Life
The warm heart beats under the ice
There is no sadness on the faces of parents after losing their children
Bought two coffins
She was pushed into the abyss
Pushed to freedom again
"Girl, are you really dead?"
