[Daily update, if there are no little flowers, there are not enough words, and the micro-group is like micro-strategy] Also known as "Feicheng"~
Su Sanshao has kept a knife since he was a child and has followed it for many years.
On the surface, this knife is sharp and cold, capable of killing people without blinking an eye;
On the back is thin skin and tender meat, white with a hint of red.
At night in Feicheng, Mei Rendao was sobbing in his arms.
He rubbed his waist/limbs and refused to stop, wishing he could crush the person into pieces and swallow him.
After being gentle, he threw away his knife.
Ten years later, the beauty came with a sword in hand, but what she saw was a lonely grave.
~Copywritten at 20250924~
·Not dead, not even dead, he
·Merry fishing style fox attack & cold and paranoid beauty attack
·[Thunder] There may be unclean plots, please enter with caution; short stories with multiple perspectives; only physical and mental attacks
Purpose: Sharing life and death
