Your surname is Mo. That is a fact you can never change.
You are a plaything of the Mo family. That, too, is a fact you can never change.
But is that really true?
I am Mo Bai, Mo Bai who always smiles. Once, all I had was the fact that I was alive. But now... I want to use these hands to destroy the entire Mo family.
Yes, my surname is Mo. So it is enough for there to be only me, Mo Bai, in this world, isn’t it?
Little Princess of the Mo family, Mo Yao, do you know that my hatred for you is like the blood seal binding me? Don’t look at me with those innocent, pitiful eyes. That pure gaze only makes me want to throw up.
Xia Ke: Your back reminds me of the troupe leader: solitary, aloof, and proud.
Chrollo: Your bewildered eyes are the most beautiful jewels in the world. Welcome back to the darkness, my companion.
Hisoka: Hmm? My master, you say... All I know is that you belong to me?
P.S. I’m tired of stories about girls who transmigrate, so the protagonist is a man. If you don’t like that, please move along. I also don’t like interfering too much with a story, so there’s no narration, no explanations, and no piles of random symbols!
Huang Quan’s stories:
Reborn as an Evil Wizard (HP)
Secret History of the Dark Moon (BL online game)
I Am Tsukishiro Yukito (crossover anime)
Huang Quan’s author page:
Thanks to the junior from The Ghost Ship Art Studio for the beautiful design:
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 looked good climbing down!"
I think she is 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.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"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!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going 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 a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
Ps: I don't know where I saw it, I used it to express my resentment.
Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . .
I was in the second grade of junior high school when I watched it, and now I am a freshman in college. . . .
I was still in elementary school when I watched this, and now I'm in high school when I watch it again. Great, please update.
When will Mo Bai become more powerful?
It turns out this is a pit... I burst into tears QAQ...
The author is really worried about not updating T^T
I came in here to have my paws pressed... Also, please update...
No, this must not be a trap, ah ah ah ah ah
Reading this article, I was in second grade, and now, I am in fifth grade%>_<%
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 looked good climbing down!" I think she is 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. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "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!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going 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 a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Ps: I don't know where I saw it, I used it to express my resentment.
Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . . Climb out of a hole. . . . Fall into another pit again. . . . . .
I was in the second grade of junior high school when I watched it, and now I am a freshman in college. . . .
I was still in elementary school when I watched this, and now I'm in high school when I watch it again. Great, please update.
When will Mo Bai become more powerful?
It turns out this is a pit... I burst into tears QAQ...
The author is really worried about not updating T^T
I came in here to have my paws pressed... Also, please update...
No, this must not be a trap, ah ah ah ah ah
Reading this article, I was in second grade, and now, I am in fifth grade%>_<%