"Yinyan, your death has come!" A man in a white gown said coldly in the vast sea of snow. The north wind lifted up the long black hair and danced lightly in the hazy snow.
The black-clothed demon with messy red hair twitched his body, half-knelt in the snow, and slowly pulled out the sword from his chest into the snow. The blood that instantly exuded the aura of hell turned red.
(This is my second novel, about time travel, fairy tales, and beauty. I haven't had much exposure to it before. I hope you all like it!)
It's so hard to let go, but after a few more glances I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself, so I can't help but pounce on her, close the door, and go back to the house. Confused (~ o ~)~zZ
Lin Yu wandered around the room. That Dong Yan was such a good person, treating him so well. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a little white rabbit at the mouth of a hungry wolf.
Several loud noises made Dong Yan jump to his feet in fright. Was there an earthquake? No. Thunder? Neither. It can't be… it just is. While running to the guest room, I prayed, "God, have mercy on me, let him be quiet, and provide for you every day in the future."
Pushing the door open and entering the room, he saw a mess. Dong Yan was so angry that he hit the wall: "Lin Yu, what hatred did I have with you in my previous life? It's worth your coming here and torturing me like this!" He didn't even have the energy to be angry, he was so sleepy.