Have you seen the galaxy? You know why there is no moon in this world.
"Baili Huaisang, if possible, I will write you into an ordinary family."
"Hey, if you love someone, you have to work hard to love them. The world doesn't matter!"
Jin Jiuwei: "You are a kind person"
Baili Huaisang: "Oh, I am an evil ghost crawling out of hell!"
Jin Jiuwei is here to repair the novel world he wrote. Not long after she put it on, the male protagonist's hair became braided. As a biological mother, she had no choice but to save it.
The only way to bring back the plot is to rewrite it using her own blood as ink.
Looking at the world she created, she was so angry that she pointed out the world: "I am the god of this world, a great, excellent, and beautiful god!"
However, when Baili Huaisang put the knife on her neck and asked, "Who are you?"
She gave up decisively: "Brother, there is a flood in my house, and I am fleeing..."
To be honest, she seems to be just a loser who makes a living by selling blood.
Looking at the woman under Baili Huaisang's sword, she hated the iron and said: "She is my mother's daughter, your official wife!"
"What I want is this world!"
Baili Huaisang opened a pair of obsidian eyes, full of desire.
Jin Jiuwei looked like he was making a splash: "Okay, I will write to you about the whole world when I go back."
He suddenly approached, his eyes full of evil charm: "But since I want to take over the world, I also want to marry you."
At night, a man in black who was not afraid of death was climbing the wall of Prince Huai's Mansion.
But the voice of a sinister man came from behind, full of evil charm and stubbornness:
"Ajiu is really naughty. Then I'll punish you by brushing Gong's bucket. If it happens again, you won't be able to save your legs, so don't even think about escaping."
Jin Jiuwei looked at the man with red eyes in front of her, and she was afraid.
If this is the love you give me, then I choose to give up!
On the cliff
"Ajiu, you won't die, right?"
"Yes"
The hand passed before his eyes and reached elsewhere.
"But Baili Huaisang, it hurts me."
I have sacrificed three of the five senses, and Baili Huaisang will regard it as a memorial to that wishful thinking this time.
Intention: To persist for love, to know how to cherish