After Looking into Each Other's Eyes with the Master's Vest,

Ruan Taotao became the heroine in the ancient sadomasochism novel between master and apprentice. The male protagonist Ji Poxue is a cold and ascetic person with no need for emotion. He has obviously cultivated the path of compassion to save all sentient beings, but he is more cruel than the demon king next door who practices the path of killing. He cuts people like a melon and looks like a jade-faced demon king. The moment Ruan Taotao opened her eyes after passing through the book, she knew she was going to die. The original heroine had confessed while drunk. According to the plot, she would be rejected by Ji Boxue without hesitation and thrown into seclusion in the mysterious realm of Xuanjing. This would breed inner demons and gradually turn her into a madman. The two masters and apprentices staged n rounds of bloody dramas of chasing each other like ghosts against a wall, and finally ended up with a bitter ending in which both of them died. Ruan Taotao, who knew the full story, struggled to get up from the couch: "Master! Don't get me wrong! I haven't finished speaking yet! I, I, I like your... Hairpin! Can you lend it to your disciple to wear for two days?" Ji Boxue:? ? ? From then on, the plot went astray like a runaway horse. Every day that followed, Ruan Taotao was trying to find a way to survive, trying not to let herself and Ji Poxue look at each other. But I didn't expect that the plot would be so completely distorted. One day, she woke up from Ji Buxue's bed, and then... Saw his cold and dusty face in the mirror. On the first day she exchanged bodies with Ji Poxue, Ruan Taotao discovered a secret that might lead to silence if told. The seemingly aloof and ascetic Master is actually a feared wanted criminal in the six realms. He even wants his own vest in the name of the leader of the righteous path... Ruan Taotao: Good guy! It's really fun to play! On the other side, Ji Poxue was also taking out a stack of secrets of survival from under Ruan Taotao's pillow. "The first way to live your life: Make your own rumors" "Chase all the senior brothers in the sect and block the possibility of Ji Boxue and I seeing each other in every possible way√] "Second Form of Keeping Life: Keep a safe distance from Ji Boxue at all times." "When he goes east, I must go west. When he points to the sky, I must point to the earth. No matter the soul or the body, they cannot be on the same frequency!" Ji Boxue: "..." He finally knew what kind of madness his little apprentice had recently. [The dog is crazy and criticizes the sweet girl × He was once a bohemian boy. He had no choice but to be promoted as the leader of the righteous path. He had to pretend to be a cold master] Reading guide: ◆A sand sculpture master-disciple story with a slow-burning emotional line ◆The heroine's painting style is unique, the hero's mood is stable, and his mental state is both normal and abnormal. After discovering that he likes the heroine, he will automatically turn on the bitter love drama mode, and each will take his own script and act in his own drama. Preview of "After I died for my country, I became the world-destroying villain Black Moonlight" Two hours ago, Nan Jiang was ready to jump off the building and die for his country. The view from the city tower was very good, and she immediately saw Zhong Changshu mixed in with the wedding team. Zhong Changshu raised his eyes and looked at her as if he was aware of it. He looked at him with many eyes. At first, she was as slightly fearful and indifferent as most people who knew her. Then came disgust. It is regret, pity, pity... And even love. But now... You see, he has returned to the cold look he had when we first met him, as if everything that happened before was an illusion. For some reason, Nan Jiang suddenly wanted to laugh. Then she really started laughing loudly, so much that even her future husband, who was always known for his reputation as a wealthy man, looked confused and asked Nan Jiang: "What are you laughing at?" Nan Jiang replied: "I laugh at your wishful thinking. The last bloodline of the Nan family will never fall into your hands." After saying this, she jumped down from the tower. Later, as Nan Jiang expected, she became famous throughout the world. Even this decadent dynasty was looked down upon by future generations. And Zhong Changshu... The powerful official in the troubled times who once turned his hands to make clouds and rain turned gray overnight and died on the day of worshiping the prime minister. On the same day, there was an emperor from the divine race who returned from the tribulation in the heaven; and Nan Jiang was just one of all living beings, which was the most understatement in his long life. At first, everyone thought so. Until, the woman named Nan Jiang came back. · Zhong Changshu has never hated a woman so much. She deliberately tried to break into his field of vision and seduced him with false intentions. When she realized that he was of no use, she kicked him away and wanted to marry someone else as her wife. He thought that he hated her. He hated her for being vain and selfish, he hated her for being unkind, and he even hated her for completely disappearing in front of him with such a decisive attitude. Hatred and unwillingness turned into deep-seated obsession, and he was unable to survive this love disaster. He wanted to resurrect her at any cost, even if he had to become an angel and become a demon. · He sat on the cold throne stained red by immortal blood, and did not close his eyes for seven days and seven nights. He thought that after resurrecting his life, Nan Jiang would cling to him and please him by any means as before, but she always regarded him as if he was nothing, unwilling to give him even a spare look. Late at night, he sneaked into her room with the wind, his cold fingertips brushed against her lips, and his voice trembled slightly. "Aren't you the best at pretending to be affectionate? Why don't you continue to lie?" Intention: If you are poor, you will change; if you change, you will be general; if you are general, you will be long-lasting.