After a homebody died in a car accident, she transmigrated into Xuan Xiao from The Legend of Sword and Fairy IV, after yang flames entered his heart and drove him mad. The merging of their souls gave her Xuan Xiao's memories and abilities, while also saddling her with his feelings and responsibilities. She knew exactly how everything would end, yet could only follow the path fate had laid out, because this was Xuan Xiao's final obsession, the price of letting her take the lead in their fusion. So she took the name Xuan Xiao.
Nineteen years frozen in ice had almost erased his feelings. Only this obsession remained, growing ever clearer. He knew it was Xuan Xiao's final resentment. So he bound the Demon Realm again, willing to accept that he would still be imprisoned beneath the Eastern Sea for a thousand years. It was the only thing he could do for him. But after the fusion, he was ultimately not Xuan Xiao, nor was he still the woman he had once been. So when the Kunlun Jade Sect's ascension was thwarted by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden, he felt both Xuan Xiao's resentment and her relief that everything had finally settled. Though he had known how it would all end, he still chose to become a demon in mortal form. It was a pride they shared.
The thousand years in the depths of the Eastern Sea were not hard to endure. Even with his spiritual power sealed, time had lost its meaning after he became a demon in mortal form. Fortunately, he had memorized all the Kunlun Jade Sect's texts. Studying them kept him from getting bored. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed and the seal vanished, only for him to have the misfortune of encountering a spatial storm. After barely surviving it, he discovered that he had arrived in the space of the Lord God. When he saw a man named Chu Xuan, falling for him seemed only natural. And so he stayed by his side and protected him in this world of Infinite Terror.
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The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair covering my face, and my nails falling off. Climbing towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am?
Author, you won't cheat, right? Right, right!
Your settings in many articles are very good. Keep up the good work.
Please update~~~~ I love Xuan Xiao and Chu Xuan so much - -. ,. . Actually~~~! ! ! ! . . . Such a good article must not be cheated
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Update soon, it's rare to find someone with the right taste. It would be a real pity if it really fell into this trap.
Come on, wait for the update, the writing is great
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair covering my face, and my nails falling off. Climbing towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am?
Author, you won't cheat, right? Right, right!
Your settings in many articles are very good. Keep up the good work.
Please update~~~~ I love Xuan Xiao and Chu Xuan so much - -. ,. . Actually~~~! ! ! ! . . . Such a good article must not be cheated
Don't give up! Waiting for update!
TAT is very rare to say...