As a power broker, Su Lian had long been prepared to abandon the world and walk her own path.
Profit, human nature, life, emotion: any of them could become a sharp blade in her hands.
A game of chess spanning ten thousand miles, with the fate of the nation and the hearts of its people in her hands.
By Su Lian's own plans, she should have smoothly taken control of her family, enjoyed all the world's splendors, and then departed this life amid the tears of half the people and the cheers of the other half. But through one careless misstep, she fell into her half-brother's trap. A deliberately caused plane crash took Su Lian from this world far too soon.
Whether Heaven had finally opened its eyes or villains simply lived a thousand years, Su Lian's soul entered the body of the foolish Princess Loulan.
"Ninja, huh? How... interesting..." Su Lian smiled enigmatically, her bewitching charm on full display.
A note about this story
1. Naruto's timeline is a mess. I found three or four chronologies online, and none of them matched, so I decided to throw them out and make up my own. There may be plot holes. Feel free to point them out; I'll try to fix what I can, but anything that affects the plot probably can't be changed. Timeline sticklers, please don't take it too seriously.
2. No outline and no plans for what comes next. I just came up with a character I loved and started writing. Updates are irregular.
3. I'll write however I like, and you can read however you like. Criticism is welcome, but personal attacks aren't. Let's agree to disagree where our views differ.
4. The pairing is Minato. Kushina won't be bashed, so Minato-Kushina fans, please don't attack me. The male lead is obvious, but he appears later. The story is a slow burn, and I'll do my best not to abandon it.
That's all I can think of for now. I'm no good at writing blurbs, so this will have to do. This is my first story, so please forgive any shortcomings.
I accidentally fell into a pit. Oh, I want to see it.
Does the author still remember the article you wrote?
Don't worry, we're all waiting~\(≧▽≦)/~
Speaking of which, this is my first long review in the history of Jinjiang. Com, and I would like to express my sincerity by contributing to the author. In fact, I don't know what to say. It's probably just nonsense. I hope the author won't give up just like that.
This is the second time I have read this article. The first time was a long time ago. At that time, there were far less stories than now, and many plots had not yet begun to unfold. I was impatient and decided to watch it again after waiting a few times. However, I haven't read a lot of content in a long time and my memory was almost confused, so I reviewed it again.
I don't have the habit of leaving a comment after reading one chapter, and I don't know what supplementary points are, so after thinking about it over and over again, I decided to write a long review. Well, I hope you don't think I'm an eyesore.
First of all, one thing is very important: the male protagonist is Minato, the male protagonist is Minato, and the male protagonist is Minato! Say important things three times! I have been watching Naruto since I was a kid, and I don't even think about it. There are traces of the cartoon in my vague childhood memories. There were no conditions at that time, so together with Inuyasha, it had an unshakable influence on me.
Although it's a bit exaggerated, I can definitely say that he [Naruto] has been with me for ten years or more. Although there were bumps and bumps in the middle, and even now I don't follow the game, I can't cut off my relationship with him. I actually like every character in Naruto [I control my appearance], and I can't distinguish between them. But among them, the only one I can say I love is Minato Namikaze.
Barely including Xin Juna.
He's not the first anime character I've seen, nor is he the last. I control the appearance, I control the voice, I control the protagonist, I control the villain... I control a lot. It's not that there are no more exquisite and detailed characters, it's not that there are no more lovable and handsome characters, it's just that they are not him at all.
It's not a secret that I like Namikaze Minato. Maybe when I was young, I kept saying "I like Namikaze Minato", but no one ever believed it. In fact, I thought it was magical myself, but maybe as I grew up, I stopped talking about it all the time, and even focused on all kinds of other strange things.
But, can't forget. Never forget it. He will subconsciously find his shadow in other people. Even if he is fascinated by other colorful worlds, in the end he will find that it is just his shadow.
Okay, I admit that I was stunned, but I didn't show it.
Well, after asking so many questions, I actually wanted to express my feelings. I wonder if anyone else has the same feeling as me.
I have never regarded Namikaze Minato as a two-dimensional character who is only active on the screen. In my eyes, he has always been a living person, just like me, with his own thoughts and his own actions, not just the side shown on the screen.
I am keen on reading anime fanfics. Although the writing is from the imagination of the authors, maybe there is such a side? But over the years, I have lost interest in some styles.
I have read a lot of fanfics about him, including novices, Mary Sues, bloody ones, dark ones, and many, many more. Well, most of them are pitfalls. Maybe it was self-interest, but I later concentrated on a certain style, similar to what the author wrote. In view of what I have seen and heard, and because I am a person with divergent thinking and rich imagination, I despise the all-white world but am not displeased with the all-black world. I like novels that tend to be in gray areas because they are more real.
The author writes very well, well, I don't mean in terms of writing style. After all, I have never been able to appreciate things like this. I can only say that the characters are well created, or is it my self-improvement?
I can proudly say that I have a very big brain. When reading novels, I always subconsciously assume the next plot. It has become an unchangeable habit. Although I feel sorry for the author to say this, I can say that I have imagined many scenarios for the next development.
I really really like the author's novels, that's why I say so much.
In fact, I really don't know what to say about this article. I once wanted to write it, but my mind is prone to divergence, which leads me not to express a person's character and personality well. I can see that you really understood it and started writing it after you had a good understanding. So I just hope that you can continue to write it well and not be influenced by other people.
I never go too far to understand, in order to give myself more room for imagination, instead of writing down his information like a formula. I prefer to understand from other people's eyes. In fact, I haven't watched many Naruto series. A lot of the information is pieced together from reading countless fan novels.
It seems that I said a lot of things that make people feel confused, but I am in a good mood. Really good.
Regardless of whether the author likes Minato or writes it for other reasons, I hope the author will not impose other people's wishes on Minato in your writing, and write about Namikaze Minato in your heart. I like it.
Finally, I hope the author will cheer up.
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?
Have you given up? I don't want you to come back soon.
In fact, this article is in my collection as the "Lifetime Series"...
By the way, there is also Lianlizhimu
Welcome back. I was still thinking about April 1st last night. Sure enough, it wasn't April Fool's Day.
I accidentally fell into a pit. Oh, I want to see it.
Does the author still remember the article you wrote?
Don't worry, we're all waiting~\(≧▽≦)/~
Speaking of which, this is my first long review in the history of Jinjiang. Com, and I would like to express my sincerity by contributing to the author. In fact, I don't know what to say. It's probably just nonsense. I hope the author won't give up just like that. This is the second time I have read this article. The first time was a long time ago. At that time, there were far less stories than now, and many plots had not yet begun to unfold. I was impatient and decided to watch it again after waiting a few times. However, I haven't read a lot of content in a long time and my memory was almost confused, so I reviewed it again. I don't have the habit of leaving a comment after reading one chapter, and I don't know what supplementary points are, so after thinking about it over and over again, I decided to write a long review. Well, I hope you don't think I'm an eyesore. First of all, one thing is very important: the male protagonist is Minato, the male protagonist is Minato, and the male protagonist is Minato! Say important things three times! I have been watching Naruto since I was a kid, and I don't even think about it. There are traces of the cartoon in my vague childhood memories. There were no conditions at that time, so together with Inuyasha, it had an unshakable influence on me. Although it's a bit exaggerated, I can definitely say that he [Naruto] has been with me for ten years or more. Although there were bumps and bumps in the middle, and even now I don't follow the game, I can't cut off my relationship with him. I actually like every character in Naruto [I control my appearance], and I can't distinguish between them. But among them, the only one I can say I love is Minato Namikaze. Barely including Xin Juna. He's not the first anime character I've seen, nor is he the last. I control the appearance, I control the voice, I control the protagonist, I control the villain... I control a lot. It's not that there are no more exquisite and detailed characters, it's not that there are no more lovable and handsome characters, it's just that they are not him at all. It's not a secret that I like Namikaze Minato. Maybe when I was young, I kept saying "I like Namikaze Minato", but no one ever believed it. In fact, I thought it was magical myself, but maybe as I grew up, I stopped talking about it all the time, and even focused on all kinds of other strange things. But, can't forget. Never forget it. He will subconsciously find his shadow in other people. Even if he is fascinated by other colorful worlds, in the end he will find that it is just his shadow. Okay, I admit that I was stunned, but I didn't show it. Well, after asking so many questions, I actually wanted to express my feelings. I wonder if anyone else has the same feeling as me. I have never regarded Namikaze Minato as a two-dimensional character who is only active on the screen. In my eyes, he has always been a living person, just like me, with his own thoughts and his own actions, not just the side shown on the screen. I am keen on reading anime fanfics. Although the writing is from the imagination of the authors, maybe there is such a side? But over the years, I have lost interest in some styles. I have read a lot of fanfics about him, including novices, Mary Sues, bloody ones, dark ones, and many, many more. Well, most of them are pitfalls. Maybe it was self-interest, but I later concentrated on a certain style, similar to what the author wrote. In view of what I have seen and heard, and because I am a person with divergent thinking and rich imagination, I despise the all-white world but am not displeased with the all-black world. I like novels that tend to be in gray areas because they are more real. The author writes very well, well, I don't mean in terms of writing style. After all, I have never been able to appreciate things like this. I can only say that the characters are well created, or is it my self-improvement? I can proudly say that I have a very big brain. When reading novels, I always subconsciously assume the next plot. It has become an unchangeable habit. Although I feel sorry for the author to say this, I can say that I have imagined many scenarios for the next development. I really really like the author's novels, that's why I say so much. In fact, I really don't know what to say about this article. I once wanted to write it, but my mind is prone to divergence, which leads me not to express a person's character and personality well. I can see that you really understood it and started writing it after you had a good understanding. So I just hope that you can continue to write it well and not be influenced by other people. I never go too far to understand, in order to give myself more room for imagination, instead of writing down his information like a formula. I prefer to understand from other people's eyes. In fact, I haven't watched many Naruto series. A lot of the information is pieced together from reading countless fan novels. It seems that I said a lot of things that make people feel confused, but I am in a good mood. Really good. Regardless of whether the author likes Minato or writes it for other reasons, I hope the author will not impose other people's wishes on Minato in your writing, and write about Namikaze Minato in your heart. I like it. Finally, I hope the author will cheer up.
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?
Have you given up? I don't want you to come back soon.
In fact, this article is in my collection as the "Lifetime Series"... By the way, there is also Lianlizhimu
Welcome back. I was still thinking about April 1st last night. Sure enough, it wasn't April Fool's Day.
Author Sang, you are finally back, come on
Been waiting for you! ! ! . .