I Have Sunk [Interstellar]

Instructions for joining V: This article will be added to V on July 20th (Tuesday at 12 o'clock, that is, Wednesday at 0 o'clock, I will post 10,000 words of V text). Thank you for meeting and encouraging me. I love you all. (Double update around 11pm this Saturday) Next book: "The Immortal Lives on My Cold Sword" by Gu Dan, the copy is at the bottom, please collect it QAQ Copywriting of this article: I am sinking, and I am dragging you into the dust as well - Rumi (Translation teacher: @mahinynnnnn_) Legend has it that when he was eighteen years old, the proud and dazzling second prince of the Empire, Allen Scott, cut off the head of the notorious Star Thief leader in a sea of blood and corpses, only to be transformed into an Omega in full view of the public. Legend has it that the second prince, who was originally recognized as the heir apparent, contracted irregular combination fever not long after his separation - a fever that would occur anytime and anywhere until he died. Legend has it that when the second prince had a fever for the first time, he spent a whole night in the cell of his political opponent. His right leg was humiliatingly tattooed with dazzling rose vines, and the only blood-red rose bloomed at the waist. Legend has it that the second prince developed a fever again the day after he was marked by a political enemy, but was mercilessly thrown into the Empire's No. 0 Secret prison. Legend has it that the Empire's Prison No. 0 Is a secret train wandering in the universe, filled with the most vicious prisoners in the Empire. … One day, the second prince who was said to have died without a burial place once again set foot on the land of the empire. The army he led completely wiped out the afterglow of this decadent dynasty. As the sun rose, the new king in battle armor thrust a sharp blade into the heart of his political opponent Song Yisheng. The man was in a state of embarrassment, his gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground, and bright red blood came out of the corners of his lips—but he was smiling crazily. He took off his white gloves for the first time, half-knelt at the young man's feet, and kissed the back of the young man's hand piously and crazily: "My king, welcome back." "I crown you with my blood." "Even if I die, my rose will always be engraved on your body. Please hate me as much as you want." The blond new king's rose tattoos on the back of his neck and waist were numb from the heat. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Asshole, stop pretending." Song Yisheng stood up unhurriedly, wiped the fake blood from his mouth, pressed the new king on the throne, rubbed the hot back of his neck, and said with dark eyes: "As you wish." Song Yisheng x Alan Scott Attacker has a lot of vests (probably) Explanation: This poem I both sink and drag you into the dust is a poem by the Persian poet Rumi. The original text is in Persian and was translated by @mahinynnnnn_ on Weibo for such a wonderful version. Thank you Rumi for writing such a touching poem. Thank you @mahinynnnnn_ for the teacher's authorization. Compare your heart. Note: The copy was written on the night of 20201010 and has been screenshotted —————— Copywriting of Gudan's "The Immortal Lives on My Cold Sword": The immortal lives in my frost sword, and we meet each other year after year. According to rumors, Demon Lord Yaoye slashed Kunlun with his sword, and his divine veins poured into the Western Wilderness, forcibly creating a deserted sea. According to rumors, three thousand immortal guests from Donghuang Sect, a famous sect in the immortal world, were killed by this demon. According to rumors, this demon is extremely ugly with three heads and six arms. He wears a Vajra mask with angry eyes and carries an evil sword that breaks the sky. Even his name can stop a child from crying at night. According to rumors, the crimes committed by this devil are simply too numerous to describe, and everyone in the human world and the immortal world can punish him—— Fortunately, he had been executed a long time ago. He was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts and his soul was gone. He will never be reincarnated. … Five hundred years later, the great demon Yao Yejun Duan Ying, who was supposed to die, was smiling broadly, holding the beautiful immortal's chin and teasing her—— Well, she has icy skin and snowy skin, cinnabar between her brows, she is noble and proud, her frosty and snowy appearance turns into a peach blossom after being drunk, she is really a good color ——But how come the more he looks at this young immortal who is highly respected by everyone in the immortal sect, the more he looks like the young disciple who he held in his heart, loved and then abandoned ruthlessly five hundred years ago? Description: Xue Ji X Duan Ying atypical master and apprentice Mission: Control your own destiny and never compromise