Light and darkness converge through the Shikon Jewel amid the chaos of the Warring States period.
After transmigrating through time, she meets Kikyo, a woman of great spiritual power and a compassionate heart, yet destined for tragedy.
She originally planned to stay on the sidelines, but couldn't bear to see Kikyo suffer the loneliness and sorrow of the original story. Without meaning to, she changes the relationship between Inuyasha and Kikyo, who were supposed to fall in love.
Mu Xiyin looks at the Shikon Jewel shards in her hand and finally understands: she didn't transmigrate, she transmigrated into a book. She rushed all this way to watch the drama unfold, but...
Inuyasha: "You and Kikyo are lovers..."
Granny Kaede: "You're Kikyo's lover, not Inuyasha."
What the hell! This isn't how the story is supposed to go! Are you all in on this joke together?!
Updates whenever inspiration strikes
Lighthearted tone, happy ending
??^?? I have been watching big love-making movies since I was in elementary school. Now that I am in college, I still can't forget about love-making. ??^? I hope to see the ending of love-making in my lifetime.
Update my author! [Hands together][Hands together][Hands together]
Hey, but now I feel relieved to see that Da Da is still there. Da Da has been waiting for me for more than ten years. I don't know if your discomfort has subsided. In short, being in love with her will really be the most difficult thing in my life. Now I just hope that Da Da will have a regular schedule, don't stay up too long at night, and make it uncomfortable for myself, and relax more. Relax, come back often, or leave us a message on Weibo as a reminder. I don't know what happened to the group of people who had the same difficulty as me ten years ago, but I will work hard. Since this is my difficulty, I should solve it. My solemn promise, wait for me for ten years and treat it well.
As for what everyone is talking about, I really won't write anymore. As I said before, it's not that I don't want to give them an ending. It's just that as I get older, my state of mind is different from the past. At this moment, I can't write the story in "Ai Binding." I stopped writing the story in "Ai Binding" because I gradually couldn't grasp the direction of the plot. I don't want the characters I write to collapse. I feel that I have written to a certain extent. The protagonists in my writing cannot decide their endings by themselves. If the plot is forced, their characters will collapse. Sorry everyone
Binding love, binding love... I saw it in elementary school I'm already in college and there's still no news
It turns out that the author is still crying π_π to death, will other pitfalls (love binding) still be filled?
Uh-huh, are you really hungry?
I saw the author's great comment nine months ago. At this time, a young man's dream ended. It is so sad that there is no ending. Now that I have an idea, I started to create a second creation of love in my mind (I want to write an article, but the writing style is too rubbish)
To be honest, such a big time span is really uncomfortable. Ever since I accidentally heard and watched Jie Qing and Bie Ai a few days ago, I have been very worried. I can't find where Dada wrote it, and I can't find Dada. The span of more than ten years, Dada's writing style is really brilliant, and the description of the characters is really attractive. I clearly remember the panic I felt after seeing Bie Ai break up. I feel uneasy and want to search but to no avail. The feeling of being lost and lost in my heart is really uncomfortable. It has spanned more than ten years. I scrolled through Dada's messages, which were already several chapters ago. Judging from Dada's previous words, Dada was really tired. During that time, when I think about it, I feel in a trance. I am afraid of what will happen to Dada. But now everything is fine. I have found Dada. I am relieved to see that Dada is still there.
Inuyasha looked at Kikyo worriedly, Kikyo looked at Linglong worriedly, and Linglong looked at the enemy like an idiot: Huh? Who?