CP Pingxie, Black Flower, Erhuan, Yusan, Pingyu Zhu takes an ambiguous plot (I hope people who have never watched Tomb Robbers can understand this article -w- but I strongly recommend "Tomb Robbers Notes")
That day, the sky was sunny. The buzzing sound of insects surrounds my ears, my brain has been eaten by invisible monsters, and my thoughts are completely blank.
In August, the shadows of the trees are mottled. The setting sun dyed the old house number red, the murmur became an additional burden on the consciousness, and the neck was already sore and numb.
Before I reach the age of nostalgia, all I can see are yellowed photos. Looking at them, I can't help but feel pretentious and sad.
The haggard old man who came against the light, the brocade box that couldn't be opened, the ingeniously arranged tail ring, and the calm heart suddenly became turbulent as expected.
What is hidden behind that bronze door? After knowing the answer that I once longed for, I lamented that it turns out that the problem has no solution before I can feel at ease.
Story synopsis:
What if the mistress went on Menyou Ping's ten-year date? What would happen if the mistress saw that the ultimate price was to lose everything? What would happen if the mistress traveled through time and finally found herself falling into a cyclic dream that she could never escape from? What would you do if I told you that the above hypothesis was all a dream of the mistress in the world of Rango? Do you want to continue reading?
The mistress said:
Maybe the world is destined to be true and false, but it is precisely because we are in it that we can't tell which is reality and which is illusion. Whether it is pain or happiness, these are our connection with the world, and these are the proof that we have lived.
If you disappear one day, at least I will still remember you. If it's me who disappears one day, I hope you forget about me. Am I selfish? Cunning? You damn bastard, don't act like a late night lady, the first day you met me! Haven't I confessed to you a long time ago that I am just a profiteer and a swindler, and I have never suffered a loss!
…Well, except in bed…
Well, in short, if one day we both are unlucky enough to be reported to the Lord of Hell, we will use that Meng Po soup to repay our glasses of wine. What does it mean to remember it for a lifetime? I've decided, then don't care whether you are a human, a ghost, a rice dumpling, a forbidden woman, a cat, a dog, a cow or a pig, just be prepared to be entangled with me for the rest of your life!
~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~★~☆~
[Chat: This is the template of a southern-style third uncle. I pour it on the rotten batter prepared by me, and finally stuff it with pastries cooked in Word, an unreliable oven, that taste, texture and appearance are not very good. If I'm lucky enough to make you smile, that would be great. It's purely for my own entertainment... And I'll hook up with girls]
(The original character belongs to the third uncle of the Southern School, and the original character belongs to Rango.
The characters are out of shape and the characters are out of shape. Please forgive me for typos and bad punctuation. Those who are impatient with multiple lines should not enter.
Finally... Okay, I have to try to believe in my own scam first [This guy has no confidence anymore =A=])
Another article I've been writing recently, it's a comic book. If it hadn't been updated here = = I'd probably have gone there.
"The Evil God's Prank"