On an ordinary morning after working overtime all night, Mingsong saw her ex-boyfriend, whom she had not seen for three years, at the door of her house.
The problem is that my ex-boyfriend died three years ago.
... What the hell, just saying that staying up all night can lead to sudden death.
After several rounds of torture, Mingsong discovered that the matter was not as serious as usual.
Mingsong: Are you saying that you didn't die three years ago, but just traveled through time?
Yan Zhixing: Yes.
Mingsong: Are you saying that you traveled into the world of immortality, survived the tribulation, and were struck by lightning before you could come back?
Yan Zhixing: Yes.
Mingsong: Are you saying that you are homeless now and you want me to take you in?
Yan Zhixing: Yes.
Ming Song looked at the familiar face he hadn't seen in three years, sneered and crossed his arms, asking, "What if I don't?"
Yan Zhixing looked at Zhang Bingshan's handsome face and knelt down in front of her. He spoke sincerely and with tears in his eyes: "I beg you."
Mingsong feels that a mental hospital is more suitable to take in an ex-boyfriend who talks nonsense, or who is suspected of seeing the ghost of his ex-boyfriend.
"How can I prove that what you said is true?"
The next second, Yan Zhixing raised his hand to summon the metal handcuffs from the bedroom.
Both of them gaped at the handcuffs.
Before Ming Song could react, Yan Zhixing quickly put one end of the handcuff on his wrist as if he had made up his mind.
Then he tilted his body and knelt down at Ming Song's feet, crying: "As long as you take me in, you can do whatever you want~"
Mingsong:......
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Ming Song thought he had only stayed in a different world for three years, and Yan Zhixing did not elaborate on that experience.
No one knows that he actually traveled through three hundred years.
During those three hundred years, Yan Zhixing thought of her every day.
That was his only thought and hope.
He wants to go home.
He wants to return to Ming Song.
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To the world of immortal cultivation, the young swordsman who achieved the breakthrough of becoming a god in just over two hundred years was an absolute genius and the undisputed number one in the world.
That venerable man was taciturn, cold and aloof.
But an insider said that Yan Zhixing would write two words repeatedly every night, and his sword energy would make thousands of scratches on the stone wall.
Those densely packed, weeping and complaining strokes seem to be a name.
——"Ming Song"
Small Theater
After getting back together, Ming Song found a porcelain bottle in his sword training uniform. The liquid inside had a strange fragrance. He was confused and asked Yan Zhixing what it was.
It had been so long that Yan Zhixing couldn't remember much, so he took a bite.
After taking a sip, Mingsong was still waiting for his answer curiously, but saw Yan Zhixing silently locking the bedroom door.
Ming Song: "What on earth is it? It's so expensive, but you still have to keep it secret."
While Yan Zhixing put the porcelain bottle away, he took out the handcuffs from before, fastened them on his wrist again, and handed the other end to Ming Song to hold.
"It's not expensive. It's a three-day spring gift from the Hehuan Sect."
He smiled at Ming Song and said, "The medicine seems to be effective for three days."
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Tips:
1. Reunion, SC/HE
2. The heroine is a screenwriter and has a plot in the entertainment industry
3. To be added
Intention: Set the right goal
