"The world calls me a drop of immortality falling into the abyss, but they don't know that the abyss is the play in my palm."
[Crazy criticism of beauties × darkened villains | High IQ manipulation | Pathological aesthetics]*
In the eyes of the world, he is the proud son of the immortal family who is as cold as jade, but no one knows that beneath his gentle skin is a heart that is twisted to the point of madness.
——A born dramatist, best at passing the knife affectionately.
Until one day, he met a notorious evil cultivator. That person ridiculed him for his hypocrisy, bullied him into being lonely, and even almost destroyed his foundation.
But he just chuckled, with a dark interest in his eyes:
"Since you call me hypocritical... Then I will accompany you and put on a good show."
From then on, the evil cultivator stepped into an elaborate prison drama——
He gave him trust and crushed it with his own hands;
He gave him a way of life and tempted him to perish.
Every time he is on the verge of collapse, it is his gentle "salvation"
When the evil cultivator finally went mad, he held on to his sleeves tightly
When he growled "Don't leave me"——
But he pulled away tiredly, half-smiling but not smiling:
"It's just a game, why do you take it seriously?"
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Intention: All appearances are false