***Danmei has pre-released "Adventure" - the bride is gone, will you compensate me? (See text below.)
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In the Jiuwei Mountain in the dream, snow falls all year round.
Snowflakes covered Qingye's eyelashes. He lowered his head and stared at the small raised soil bag on the ground, where buried flowers that had not bloomed for many days.
A palm fell on his forehead, the temperature was shockingly hot despite the howling north wind.
"Didn't I tell you that Jiuwei Mountain is too cold to grow flowers?"
The voice of the person behind him was gentle and helpless.
Qingye raised his head, but couldn't see the face clearly. There was only a faint blue emblem, flickering in the snowy sky.
He lowered his eyes stubbornly, "There will always be flowers that like the cold."
——There will always be people who are not afraid of me.
He swallowed back the wind in the second half of the sentence.
After six thousand years of reincarnation of rain and snow, until the last wisp of black wind caressed the reddish phantom sea, the emblem came into view again.
But the blue has turned into a burning red.
***Danmei has pre-received the copy of "Adventure":
Late at night, cemetery.
As soon as the gray fog came, Yicheng was in position.
As the inspector of the Advent Domain Administration, his mission is to figure out the rules before the Advent Domain is completely formed - this time it is ghost marriage. The tombstone is cracked, the shadow of the bride is gathering, and a living person needs to be captured to match the shadowy marriage.
She chose herself.
When Yicheng saw the man holding an umbrella out of the corner of his eye, it only took him half a second to make a decision.
He stepped aside.
The phantom bride floated past him and stretched out her hand towards the man - they were the only two living people in the cemetery, and one of them had to be the groom.
The opponent's three-dimensional imaging cannot be searched in the database of the entire seventh city-state.
Then he saw the man raise his eyes, his eyes were bottomless, and he gently grasped his hands.
The phantom bride was broken into pieces and scattered like paper ashes.
Yicheng took half a step back, but his feet were caught by something. Looking down, he saw a piece of red silk protruding from the cracked tombstone and wrapping around his ankle.
The red hijab fell down, blocking his sight.
The last look was at the corners of the man's lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"The bride is gone," he said, "you pay me."
Intention: Do good deeds without worrying about the future
Feng Qitan