Mo Tinglan opened her eyes and found that she had become the vicious female supporting character in a third-rate novel.
The book clearly states that she will have her bones broken into pieces by the protagonist Ye Wuxu's own hands, her soul will be scattered, and she will die without a complete body.
What a great ending.
Too bad she didn't want it.
She looked down at the bloody boy at her feet. The future co-owner of the world was staring at her with a pair of gloomy eyes like a wild dog whose backbone had been trampled off.
Mo Tinglan smiled.
She knelt down, held his chin, and wiped the blood from his face with a handkerchief, her movements as gentle as coaxing a wounded cub.
"Don't be afraid," she said, "I won't be like them."
The boy's pupils trembled slightly.
——This was the first time in Ye Wuxu's life that he was treated with kindness.
It was also the first chess piece laid by Mo Tinglan.
She knows the fate of everyone in the book, who will rise, who will fall, and who has untouchable scars hidden in their hearts.
She puts on the most appropriate mask and says the most deadly words at the most precise moment.
So——
The arrogant swordsman broke his sword in front of her and said that he would only unsheath it for her in this life.
The sinister Demon Lord offered up half of his kingdom, just begging her to take one more look.
The cold chief of the Immortal Sect knelt in the rain and asked her if she could take in a bereaved dog.
Everyone knows that Mo Tinglan is the only light in troubled times.
Only she knows that she is the deepest darkness.
And that Ye Wuhuang who had already stood on top of the world, the Immortal Wuhuang who was admired by thousands of people, was willing to lie in front of her knees where no one could see him, and asked in a dumb voice:
"Did I do well today?"
Mo Tinglan lowered her eyes and ran her fingertips through his hair casually.
Whether it's good or not is up to her.
Concept: The so-called redemption is nothing more than a more refined cage.