Yu Chuhuang didn't regret it until he was pinned in the corner. He should have known better than to pick up stray dogs, especially the ones that smelled of dampness at first sight. But it doesn't matter, she can just counterattack~
GB: [The shaman heroine who appears to be Buddhist but is actually crazy] and [the beautiful male ghost who is a loyal dog who is actually humming and coquettish on the surface]
Two-life complex + double madness + he + two-way redemption + supernatural beings
Lightning protection:
Main CP: gb Secondary CP: Yes bl [Automatic lightning protection in all directions]
The male protagonist was really a stray dog in his previous life. Literally, I don't mean to objectify the male protagonist, but he really was.
Introduction:
Once upon a time there was a mountain, a temple in the mountain, and an old Zen master in the temple. The old Zen master had a young apprentice who practiced Zen every day but could not achieve enlightenment. So I thought hard all day long, feeling depressed and unhappy. One day at noon, the old Zen master was sitting on the banquet, closing his eyes and preaching to his young disciple. The young apprentice listened carefully and asked, "Where should Yun live?" Where should the soul live? The old Zen master didn't answer a word, he just grabbed the young apprentice's hand and drew a blue cloud.
Many years later, the old Zen master passed away, the temple was burned down in the war, and the young apprentice also died under the iron cavalry. The moment the sword edge pierced the heart, liquid surged out and soaked the rice paper that had been treasured for many years. The blue clouds cried blood, as if they had turned into monsters and monsters, and all the spirits were mournful, but they seemed to be nothing more than nightmares, disappearing without a trace in an instant. As time goes by, steel and concrete replace the former forest, and light pollution dims the stars and turns them into a gray color. On the outskirts of the city, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the messy waste, groped around, and finally firmly grasped the worn-out fragment. It's just that... The pictures on the scroll are no longer what they were back then. What kind of picture do the dark red dry stains depict? Why should Yun live? Painted clouds live in nightmares.
Intention: There is no personal heroism, it is just the succession of generations
