[Tutor] Qianyan Is Slightly Cold

Copywriting I don't know if it is destiny or a trick of God. The end of the proxy war has settled the mystery of the "Rainbow" that has been mysterious for many years. The myth of the strongest baby has come to an end, and the other world has also escaped a catastrophe. Just when Sawada Tsunayoshi thought he could finally take a break and think about how to get rid of the title of "heir apparent", a sudden meteor shower pressed the start button of another "game". The dream that started out of nowhere seemed to be telling an unknown past event. The strange situations that happened one after another began to make Sawada Tsunayoshi feel uneasy. Everything around him seemed to be forming a huge whirlpool. He tried his best to get out of it, but he didn't want to be destined to be involved in it. [The blood flowing in your body is destined to be a participant in this game. ] [The debt your mother owed back then will be repaid by you now. ] A blank old notebook has attracted countless crises and murderous intentions. What kind of secrets are hidden in it? The mysterious man suddenly appears, disrupting the enemy's and our plans again and again. What is his intention? When the God of Destiny befell the boy again, the timid boy in the past resolutely raised his chest. But this time, will the God of Luck still be on the boy's side? ——This is just your war. Are you sure you want to involve them? ——Leave your back to them who you trust, and then I can stand in front of you with confidence. The play is a disguised interpretation of true feelings; the plot is impenetrable and eventually becomes a secret. The turmoil and entanglements involve more than just one person's fate? Hao Yan said, my destiny is not up to God. But how many people can truly take matters into their own hands? Even if you resist in every possible way, what is supposed to come will always come. When all the doubts surfaced and he truly stepped into the whirlpool of truth, Sawada Tsunayoshi discovered that the intertwined fates would eventually disappear under the countercurrent. This abandonment has long been doomed. The bell of fate fell, and the mercy of the gods shattered the bottle containing wishes. The fine colored sand flowed down with the crystal fragments and scattered in the wind, taking away the traces of the boy. Did you know that without your warmth, the warm flame will fade and become colder? Purpose: Fight against fate