An old enemy is an old enemy. An old enemy cannot become a wife... Oh no, I mean...
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Aoki is a little wooden boy who just goes out to make a living without knowing anything. His joints will crack and his skin will crack. After being chopped by players, he has to find some resin to glue it on.
The wooden boy's first desire is to become an adult,
In order to become an adult, Aoki began to study
She imitated the players to wield the sword, imitated their fighting skills, and even secretly analyzed their proud "Liyin"
The second one is called Xiang Jin
Heretics among players are famous for burning all copies. Her flames are hot and violent, completely opposite to her sickly and pale appearance.
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"Interesting." Firelight danced in her eyes, "A little puppet who can steal his master."
She didn't take action like other players, but instead threw a bandage: "Tie up your wound. Next time we meet, I will burn you with my own hands."
Later——
All players on the server saw Xiang Jin chasing Qingmu and burning dungeons one after another. The fire reflected the sky.
As Qingmu walked through the flames, he learned more and more tricky moves, and occasionally even deliberately rubbed Xiang Jin's clothes.
One of them chases, the other escapes, one sets fire and the other steals, they want to crucify each other at both ends of the honor roll.
They're supposed to be mortal enemies, they're supposed to be mortal enemies
The first thing Xiang Jin taught Aoki was pain, the second thing was desire, and the third thing... Was the most ineffective and fatal weakness called "love".
"Your heartbeat is very fast." Xiang Jin's fingertips pressed against Aoki's cold chest. There should be nothing there, but it was trembling because of her.
Aoki couldn't answer. She just stretched out her fingers, wiped away the blood on Xiang Jin's face, and then left her finger marks on the hot skin.
The proposition copy is like the eighth level of purgatory, pushing Aoki to the throne of divinity. Her perception was purified and diluted, becoming a starry sky of compassion for all living beings.
She remembered everything, but she could no longer feel the burning heat that belonged to Xiang Jin.
Until Xiang Jin was covered in blood, he knocked away the divine starlight, and poured hot tears into her cold neck. His voice was as hoarse as burnt ashes:
"Give me back my Qingmu...!"
*The little wooden boy who stole his teacher and became a talented person×the highly intelligent, sick and weak arsonist
*1v1, HE
Note:
! The plot flows infinitely
! The heroine is not a good person in the traditional sense, so be careful to avoid lightning
! Serialization is not easy, please bear with me (σ′▽‵)
Mission: Unity and love, fight till dawn
