"Welcome back, Ming..." Said a purple-haired woman holding two swords.
"Breaking the flowers and turning around, we meet each other outside the village. Welcome back, my friend." A man in a Chinese suit said.
"Can you make some stir-fried sunflower seeds with Qingdan flowers?" The blue-haired girl asked.
"Are you coming back to deliver the express, meow?"
"Boss!" A man dressed strangely
"Return to the circle."
"Mr. Bei, can you dance a song with me? Sing with me again in this life."
"The guest who left the script is now resurrected? Let me give it a name, just call it "The Resurrection of Man", just call it that! Good actor, can you perform this script with me? That is your honor!"
"Uh, I didn't call you, I was just kidding." A woman in purple clothes said.
"Okay, I'm back alive." The man with one body and four arms said.
"You look good!" Said a handsome man.
Reader comments
In Yingxiang Mountain, where thunder and the fragrance of tea intertwine, an amnesiac ghost demon quietly wakes up. This book uses the poetic aesthetics of violence to carve out a new level of Eastern fantasy - from the silence of the shrine to the awakening of the devil, every word is imbued with the texture of a picture scroll. Here, gilded patterns and steel ghost hands tear the sky apart, while tenderness and guilt are more unforgettable than the blade.
Recommended for everyone to watch.
In Yingxiang Mountain, where thunder and the fragrance of tea intertwine, an amnesiac ghost demon quietly wakes up. This book uses the poetic aesthetics of violence to carve out a new level of Eastern fantasy - from the silence of the shrine to the awakening of the devil, every word is imbued with the texture of a picture scroll. Here, gilded patterns and steel ghost hands tear the sky apart, while tenderness and guilt are more unforgettable than the blade. Recommended for everyone to watch.