You die and you live again.
You are an egg now.
This egg is soaked in a deep pool of water, without seeing the sun, and it is bone-chillingly cold. High-intensity cold currents hit you from time to time, making you wonder why you haven't frozen to death because you were so hard at the wrong time.
In addition to the harsh natural environment, you also feel that there are two huge and strangely long aquatic animals outside. One is huge and wraps its tail around your whole egg; the other is smaller and sleeps often, and occasionally exchanges a few words with its companions, seemingly asking if you are dead.
You have accepted the fact that you are not a human being, but it seems difficult to even be born in this life.
Fortunately, you still broke out of your shell.
Now, to your left is a dragon and to your right is a snake.
The dragon with two horns says he is your father, and the snake with one horn says he is your brother.
Look at your father's eyes as big as millstones, and then look at your brother's eyes as big as fists. After looking at them for a long time, how do you feel that what is reflected in their golden and shining eyes is not a reptile?
But a human being.
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Revisiting my childhood "Jiuding Ji" fan, Mary Sue, I haven't decided whether it should be a medley of tomato works or a combination of martial arts.
1. A cool novel with an upgraded second person perspective, the first half of the heroine's life when she was beaten by her father. Jpg.
2. My father, mother and brother are all monsters and have no morals. They adhere to the simple values of repaying kindness and revenge, being cowardly if you can't beat them, and being cowardly even if you have interests. The heroine is not a saint, and Jinmo Zehei is more anthropomorphic.
3. The male protagonist... The female protagonist is a dragon. In the early stage, she lives in the lake, but in the later stage, she will always be the king of the sea.
4. The author has no cheats, no outlines, no manuscripts, please consume with caution.
Intention: If you bloom, butterflies will come