The young master Bai Mo has lived smoothly for eighteen years. His biggest dream is to become a person with the power to control the wind and rain. But when he actually sets out on this road, the journey without hometown and return will accompany him throughout his life. There is no turning back as he moves forward.
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The strange ancient tomb records a lost great dynasty; the remote and backward mountain village, the mysterious death of the groom and the inexplicable disappearance of the bride, involving the entanglement of love and hate; the gloomy thousand-year-old tree with white cocoons on the dark seabed, the inverted reflection is the tears of the dragon queen's compassion and the flowing sea of stars and moon...
Bai Mo had the misfortune to lose a pair of eyes before leaving Novice Village. Although he was able to see again by chance, Bai Mo still couldn't face it calmly when he met the bastard who cut off his eyes again.
The once arrogant man had his hands tied behind his back, and his whole body was bound by iron chains. His ragged clothes were mixed with dark red blood stains. He looked at Bai Mo and smiled interestingly, "My dear, you are angry, I feel it, you are angry for me."
The young man tightened the broken chain around the man's neck and looked at him indifferently, "It is a disease to be sentimental. I am indeed angry, but not for you, but for what you have done."
The man came closer and breathed hard, and the breath that belonged to the young man filled his lungs and lingered in his heart, like some kind of addictive substance that makes people unable to extricate themselves. "In my opinion, there is no difference. What do you want to do to me now, just tell me."
Bai Mo frowned and let go of the chain, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll dig out a pair of your eyes first. Also, kneel down to look better."
Before the slender hand could be retracted, it was grabbed tightly by another strong hand. The iron chain trapping the man's hands broke, and an increasingly excited voice sounded, "Okay, put my eyes in your sockets, and we will become one. By the way, where is the heart? You want it too, that is my most precious thing."
At that moment, Bai Mo's empty eyes reflected the man's madness and obsession, like a flame that wanted both of them to burn together.
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