Tang Moli, a genius from the 21st century chemistry department, traveled to a world that did not exist in history during an explosion accident. She had never felt the company of her relatives in her previous life. After feeling the love between brother and sister, she watched her own brother pass away. Tang Moli had no choice but to take over the family responsibility.
He said: "If you want this world, what if I give it to you?"
He said: "Meaning itself is meaningless, and emperors never have feelings between each other."
He said: "Mo Li, don't believe anyone but me. Forget it, don't even believe me."
He said: "Look at this water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Do you like it? Can you stay here then?"
With red makeup stretching for ten miles, gongs and drums roaring in the sky, Tang Moli, wearing a phoenix crown and Xiayi, sat upright in the sedan chair. Her eyes were like sharp swords, incompatible with the hustle and bustle around her; her face was evenly red, her eyebrows were skillfully painted, but what came out of her mouth was one word: kill! In this world, no one can turn his hand into clouds or rain. When feelings become the pawn of power and sincerity becomes the appearance of struggle, how should Tang Moli choose in troubled times?
Concept: human nature