Text third person
When I was eighteen years old, I learned that I was the heroine of a sadistic novel. The male protagonist and his supporting characters all said they loved me, but they all abused me.
Master said that he loves me, so he won't teach me advanced immortal techniques.
My senior brother said that he loved me, so he cut out the blood in my heart.
The Demon Lord said that he loved me, so he destroyed my Dantian and imprisoned me.
I have no feelings about it, only a doubt that they don't seem to love me enough.
So, I leaned next to the Demon Lord, touched his heart and asked:
"You said you love me, are you willing to give me a token to confirm your love?"
I took out his demon elixir with my own hands and said happily: "It's round and big, this one is the most suitable."
Even if you don't want to teach me your own secrets, you still deserve to say you love me?
You don't want me to be the number one in your sect, but you still deserve to say you love me?
Even if you don't want to send the demons to me, you still deserve to say you love me?
Your love is too superficial. How can you say you love me even if you are not willing to die for me?
I love them so much that I will crush them to ashes.
I collected their ashes and spread them as footnotes called love.
#The male protagonist of the sadistic novel is a pervert, so the female protagonist should be criticized as crazy.
#The heroine stunned them all.
Purpose: Live for yourself