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Copywriting one:
If Yan Guilu was told that he was living in a novel and his fate had been written long ago, he would definitely put a knife on the author's neck and ask him how he wanted to die.
He had no relatives, no lover, no friends in his life. He was as miserable as if he had been abandoned by the world. He didn't know the meaning of his birth, nor the meaning of his life.
Being abandoned, betrayed, and expelled, such things happened so many times that apart from getting stronger and seeking revenge, all that was left in my heart was numbness, numbness towards everything in the world.
Then, disappear together with this world.
The dazzling light shone down, and the man stood in front of him, bringing him a piece of shade.
In the raging fire, in the rain of swords, in the opposition of everyone, that person still held his hand unswervingly and led him forward.
Yan Guilu remembered that during the long escape in his previous life, at first, he just wanted someone who could favor him unconditionally.
Now he's here, although it's a little late, but Yan's return journey doesn't matter, he finally waited.
The man said that he was actually the center of the world and the darling of heaven.
Yan Guitu smiled and didn't refute. He just wanted to be someone's center, and he just wanted someone to love him.
It's okay to leave this absurd and broken world behind for this person.
Copywriting two:
Tang Ruan Bai has been alone since he was a child, playing alone, studying alone, eating alone, and growing up alone. He hopes that there will be someone who can protect him unconditionally.
So, he wrote about the person Yan Guilu, who was kind, upright, strong, and brave. He was what Tang Ruan Bai dreamed of becoming. He wanted to write himself into the story, and wanted Yan Guilu to protect him in the story, but he was afraid that if he couldn't do anything well, he would be a drag on Yan Guilu.
How much does Tang Ruan Bai prefer Yan Guilu?
It can be said that the treasures of heaven and earth are thrown around, and handsome men and beautiful women are surrounded by each other. Born to be the center of the world, death can bless all things for thousands of years.
Ruan Bai of the Tang Dynasty also has selfish motives. Yan will not be trapped by love on his way home, but will only remember the way he came when he was halfway through the wind and snow.
The arrival of the Book Traveler destroyed the last thing that Tang Ruan Bai cherished, and he watched helplessly as the proud man of heaven was used as a stepping stone for outsiders, humiliated, trampled on, used, and abandoned time and time again. He could do nothing but helplessly hold the computer and whisper the name of Yan's return journey over and over again.
After Yan Guilu died, he seemed to have died all over again.
If there was a chance that Tang Ruan Bai could stay with Yan Guilu, he would be willing to do so even if it cost him his life.
Yan's return journey is the treasure buried deep in his heart.
The paranoid black man is reborn as an acting sect, and he attacks the
Immortal cultivation: Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, out of body, distraction, integration, Mahayana, ascension
Demonic cultivation: body refining, spiritual absorption, essence condensation, demon infant, out of body, will, devouring, void shattering, boundary breaking
I have a glassy heart and can't watch abuse, I can't watch be with a shallow eye, I don't have the IQ to understand reasoning, I don't have the guts to watch horror, I don't want to see boys and girls having sex, so I can only survive by reading some silly little sweet stories. As a result, my writing style is immature and my knowledge is shallow, and I can't write anything good that has profound feelings about my family and country. So please correct me if I'm wrong, and please quit if you don't like it. Thank you all readers who like this article for reading.
Intention: To always live with hope.
