Everyone in the galaxy knows that Leng Cang is the empire's invincible Black Panther Orc General, the sharpest sword and the hardest shield.
Only Wen Ran knew that he was the one who wrote so well, stroke by stroke.
He named the character Leng Cang.
He dumped all the loneliness, pain, and failure on Leng Cang, leaving Leng Cang alone on the interstellar battlefield, making him unable to love, and on the verge of death in despair, making him the most vulnerable and most needy person in the world.
The readers cried and scolded him for being heartless and writing about the best Leng Cang in such a miserable way.
Wen Ran rubbed the name on the screen with his fingertips, curled his eyes and smiled softly.
How could he not have a heart?
His heart was all about Leng Cang.
This is his exclusive plan that he has been planning for seven years.
When the man covered in blood knelt on one knee in front of him, extreme paranoia and surrender surged in his dark beast eyes, and the leopard's tail wrapped tightly around his ankle.
Wen Ran leaned over and gently stroked his blood-stained chin with her fingertips. Her voice was as soft as melted sugar, but it was wrapped in an unbreakable desire for exclusivity.
"Remember, your life, your soul, everything about you belongs only to me."
Concept: The author of the yandere Hakuri Kuro spent seven years setting up a monopoly, and the Black Panther General who breaks away from the script in his writing, runs in both directions across dimensions, and is a story of redemption that is exclusive to each other.
