Zhang Moran, the fourteen-year-old intern at Tou Qi Wei Tan magazine, the vertical pupils under her long black hair occasionally flashed cold light, revealing the inhuman identity of the pure-blood Molong. This identity only brought misfortune. Her biological mother died early, her biological father disappeared, and she was adopted by her adoptive father. Abandoned and even abducted, she struggled out of the abyss, abandoned the name Yang Jianni, and named herself Mo Ran, vowing to dye away all the filth in the past. She relied on the wisdom of photographic memory to gain a foothold in the society, and she organized the files calmly on the surface, but in fact she regarded this place as She spies on the world and hides her own lair. She is smart and vigilant. Her words are cold and thorny to outsiders, and she only shows her liveliness for a moment to those who recognize her. When the threat approaches, her counterattack is cruel and efficient. Dark vines emerge from the ground to entangle and strangle, pointing at The tip triggers pale thunder and lightning to tear the air. She is definitely not a kind person. She doesn't mind using the rules of darkness to achieve her goals. In this troubled world, she is not completely bad because she still has a little care in her heart. She is not pure because her means and heart have already been soaked in ink.
He is not a purely kind person. He hides his sharp edge in a sheath and hides his dragon in the sea of people.
Intent: To write a fanfic