[This article is temporarily suspended.
It is indeed very similar to the first book. In fact, when I made the outline, it was not that similar. The plot and the characters of the hero and heroine are not that similar. I don't know why it is so similar after writing it. The more I write, the less I feel like I am writing a story. It feels like I am copying myself.
I tried changing it again, but it was still different from the original idea. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to leave it alone.
Fortunately, I haven't entered v yet, which has delayed everyone's time and won't waste everyone's money.
I'll think about it after the new year. The author doesn't know what he will write. Overall, he has a little doubt about whether he can write anything.
Thank you very much to all the friends who have seen this, and I wish you all a Happy New Year]
Pei Qingjun once said to a person, if you die, I won't be able to live.
But that person died, but she still survived.
Although later in life, she always asked herself countless times why she didn't die with Yan Heng that day.
In the years since his death, there is nothing worth remembering, and all I can recall are some abominable names.
When she died, she curled up and prostrated in the snow. She convulsed for a long time and suffered for a long time before she finally breathed her last.
The poisonous wine shattered her internal organs. Before she died, she cursed every name she had hated in the past few years. She swore that even if she died, she would fight with them again in hell, making them suffer so much that they would never be reincarnated.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the palace where she was young. It was the most glorious period of her life. Before the death of the late emperor, he made her the eldest princess of the country and ordered her to assist his younger brother. He also gave her the Emperor's Sword to control the mountains and rivers, protect the people, show his majesty, and kill the disloyal, filial and unsubordinate people in the world.
That day, the sword was hung on the wall of her bedroom, shining day and night. Therefore, the girl, who was only ten years old, warned herself every day, you are the person entrusted by your father, and you must devote all your energy to the Pei family until you die.
After resurrecting his life, Pei Qingjun drew his sword out of its sheath for the first time.
The cold clear light illuminated her dark eyes.
She stared at her young and stupid self in the sword, and after a long time, she laughed softly and lowly.
Even though he died, he didn't go to hell.
Still say.
A long time ago, I was already in the endless hell.
... This is really something you can only hope for.
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1. I was wronged in my previous life and let others be my wronged in this life. The eldest princess
2. The heroine may be a little crazy
3. The plot cannot stand up to scrutiny, which is equivalent to being unrefined.
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Column Fantasy Advance Collection:
"Bai Yueguang wakes up in the substitute position"
Everyone said that Shen Qiuguang of the Ningchuan Sect was gentle and cold, as airy as a fairy.
Especially a pair of eyes, clear and refined, not stained by dust.
Later, she was seriously injured, sealed in an ice coffin, and slept for a hundred years.
When she woke up again, someone else lived in her cave, her senior brother had a new junior sister, and her master also had a female disciple whom he loved more.
That female apprentice is not as beautiful as her, not as strong as her, except for her eyes, which are exactly the same as hers.
Master remembered these eyes that looked like hers and took them under his tutelage to comfort and miss her. However, as time went by, the innocent and weak little junior sister was more lovable to them than her cold original owner.
Later, the master destroyed the spiritual roots of the little junior sister, ruined her cultivation, and kicked her out of the master.
The man who had raised her up was filled with disappointment, and he denounced her for being jealous and hateful, for murdering her fellow sect members, for being despicable, cruel and unforgivable.
That day, the wind was howling at the Zhandong Tower, and she and her sword were thrown down Wuya Mountain by the master's own hands. They fell for three days and three nights before finally falling into the mortal world.
Drenched with blood and covered with broken bones, he looked like a useless person.
In her near-death coma, she had a dream.
I dreamed that this world was a storybook, and the little junior sister who was similar to her was the protagonist, and she was the abandoned Bai Yueguang in the book. She was unwilling to lose favor and did all despicable things. She wanted to be loved, but pushed the one she loved further away until they were out of reach, until everyone betrayed her and separated, until swords were drawn against each other.
When he died, he was so ugly that he was despised by thousands of people.
When Shen Qiuguang woke up, the night was as dark as thick ink, with heavy rain and lightning and thunder.
The heavy rain hit her body and she almost died from the pain.
All the bones in his body had been crushed by his master and he was unable to move. His fingers with weak consciousness groped in the muddy rain for a long time before he found his sword.
The sword is still there. That's good.
In the heavy rain, she closed her eyes and quietly adjusted her breath.
The spiritual energy was introduced into the empty spiritual root and slipped away from the damaged area. A hundred times, a thousand times, in excruciating pain, in vain.
However, Shen Qiuguang still repeated it again and again.
Just like when she was young, she practiced swordplay alone in the back mountain, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times... No matter whether it was cold or hot, no matter the age, she was always alone, with her heart like still water.
Before her consciousness sank into the cycle of heaven and earth, she suddenly remembered the dream she had just had.
What a strange script. She thought.
The book says white moonlight, does that mean the light of the moon?
If it is the light of the moon, it should be high in the sky.
The moon is not anyone's moon, and the moon is not shining for anyone.
Why would someone fall into such disgrace and become so miserable that they are beyond recognition just because they are rejected by others?
White moonlight will not fall into the mud.
The white moonlight will only shine, always so quiet, always so bright, always in the distant sky.
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1. The heroine who saves any dog that passes by x the hero who cuts every earthworm in half on the roadside
2. The title of the copy may be changed
Purpose: Live hard and love life
