Stop, I Want to Rob Your Dream

Luo tide was originally a carefree little river demon. She usually entertained cats and dogs, gossiped in other people's dreams, and fought to save others. One day he was suddenly killed by a mysterious master. (End of the play) (Wait to save) The river god rescued her and told Luo tide the secret that she was responsible for destroying her family. Luo tide, who had to bear the burden and move forward, went to Beijing for revenge, looking for her own story and seeing the connection between herself and others. Chewing on the pain of others weaves beautiful dreams, sets up a beacon for those who are lost in chaos, punishes the souls of those who are insensitive, and sows hope for those who are in desperate situations. Why did Tan Hua Lang, who had a promising future, let go of his good life, but suddenly a werewolf self-destructed and took the initiative to be imprisoned? Why did the stupid young man recognized throughout the city as having explosive martial arts skills suddenly lose all his martial arts skills and lose his intelligence? Why is a noble man who is kind and vegetarian suddenly becomes bloodthirsty? The true form of the fairy that has been worshiped for hundreds of years is actually... *The main plot runs through - the unit drama is interspersed *Thousands of people with thousands of faces × Cold faces and warm hearts, fighting each other until falling in love *The main CP has different positions in the early and mid-term and the relationship is different. Please be careful. One* "Can you stop chasing me?" Luo tide realized that she couldn't beat him, so she discussed it. "Can't." Two* "Can you not follow me?" Everyone is in trouble, why not go our separate ways and share the risk? Luo tide hoped that Li Zhaobai would be more alert and not be targeted like a target. "Can't." Three* "Can you put me down?" Li Zhaobai leaned down and looked at her, and she suddenly realized that he was so much taller than her. His upper body hugged him, blocking the light behind him and the murderous aura surging behind him. His shoulders were like mountains, blocking the dangers of the world behind him. He had never looked at her like that. Luo tide only felt that the Li Zhaobai in front of her was not like any other Li Zhaobai she had seen before. He had cold eyes, expressionless face, or a kind of anger in his eyes that she could not understand. At this moment, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were different from the usual firmness and coldness, and they melted little by little. She even saw her own reflection in his light-colored pupils. She saw a hint of pleading in her eyes, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. Suddenly a big hand fell on her bun, and the hand gently rubbed from the top of his head to the back of his head. His little finger touched the back of her neck. It was very cold, and she felt a flinch, but she didn't hide away. Then he wiped the tears from her face with the back of his hand, which was not stained with blood. "Can't." His voice was as weak as gossamer due to injury, but his tone was still as firm as ever. The flow of time seemed to slow down. He stared at her for a long time before finally taking his hand away. He turned around, picked up the broken sword, and walked towards the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​fire like a meteor. Intent: Dreams are a manifestation of desire, an extension of regret, a divine edict, and a whisper from the devil. On the way to completing the self-ego-superego, uncover the mystery of one's life experience, find the way to reconciliation, and explore the journey of life. There is no female bias in the entire text, the author is egalitarian, and it can be consumed with confidence.