As a novel critic who is a woman, loves men, and is extremely scheming, I never thought that my ordinary and miserable life without even a trace of ripples would come to an almost tragic end...
Just die and still wear it, just wear it and wear it on a man whose soul has not dissipated! Although I was cold and inhumane when I was a child, and I am very handsome when I grow up, is it really okay for me to huddle up in a small corner of a charity house and watch holographic movies? Is it okay to have no sense of existence?
One day I finally took control of this long-coveted body, but I wasn't happy at all because someone told me that I was meant to be a man in this life and my previous life! ! !
But a certain Immortal Lord, can you explain that you, with a paralyzed face, actually have a cauldron physique, and you are one of a kind? If it had been before, I would have simply left my soul and escaped from my body and then watched them besiege you, clapping my hands and cheering. But now, why has it become my business?
I will find traitors, I will kill demons, I will protect the sect, and men... I will love them too, but later I discovered how everything was such a joke.
In a last-ditch battle, three thousand people were killed with blood. Ruan Yao and I, Ruan Yao, abandoned the unforgivable affection of the Immortal Lord like a pair of worn-out shoes. Whether it is Chang Ming or Chang Hua, you stupid dogs, if you have the guts, just come and ask my Fu Shuang...
Su Wenling, wait until I learn to become a man and become the Taoist companion you want, then I will find you myself. Remember, next time, let me be on top...
The ascetic facial paralysis + perverted rotten men or women, the cold master who is mixed as much as concrete VS the apprentice Fukasaki who is gentle and polite on the outside but has a semen on the inside.
One to one, pure love.