I originally wanted to write about ancient history, but I didn't stop: This is a ship carrying father's debt and son's unrequited tenderness, named "Abyss Boat", heading towards the sea of stars where the shackles are the law. The furnace of pain burned between Lin Mo's ribs at the helm, burning the flesh and blood soul of his companion Bai Zhi - after she drowned, she turned into the bridge pilot monument, and the sweet warmth of baked wheat cakes still steams in the steel bones. The gouge made by the mechanic Gong Chu Mo before his death caused the rusty blood of the wrought iron vertebra to contaminate the star map, and also revealed the God-killing blood contract sealed in the key of the beast's head. But the fireworks in the world are ultimately a weapon to break the law: the remnant soul of Angelica dahuricae condenses into a wheat cake brand, which is as warm as a soup woman sticking to the wound; the sweet paste oozes out from the cracks of Jun porcelain to seal the cold poison; the debt of blood sin of the public machine will eventually be forged into the soul-redempting spark. When the scream of silicon bone pain hits the clear sound of the wheat ear bell, the rules of the Xingshao universe also tremble.
The universe is vast, but it's just half a piece of wheat cake that hasn't cooled in a mortal's chest. The voyage contains nothing more than the debts of the living who died of heat.
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A new author opens a book. When I first started writing, I wanted to write about historical and ancient themes. But I've recently become obsessed with science fiction novels, so I haven't stopped. But there are still some elements of bronze and porcelain in it.
A new author opens a book. When I first started writing, I wanted to write about historical and ancient themes. But I've recently become obsessed with science fiction novels, so I haven't stopped. But there are still some elements of bronze and porcelain in it.