Shark

Li Jiyue was the emperor's favorite youngest son, and he had a powerful maternal clan, so he had no worries about food and clothing throughout his life. I felt pity for him because of his skin as thick as grease. His followers lined up from the imperial city to the border. As long as they called him "good brother", every one of them would be willing to die for him. However, he was frail and sick, and even though he was smart, he had no chance of being crowned emperor and was doomed to die young. People say that sharks are good at charming and cunning, but all flesh and blood can be used as medicine. His good brothers who admired him died trying to catch sharks for him, but he didn't care. At most, he pretended to shed a few tears. Such a black-hearted beauty has never felt sorry for anyone, yet she meets the souls of those who died for her again and again. They shuttled through their own bedrooms and climbed onto their couches, as if they were in a deserted place. When he woke up, he lifted the gauze curtain and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the boy-faced man with white and firm skin inside the barrel. The white hair slanted down, the wet fishtails were shining, and a pair of blue and white eyes were smiling. He mumbled and imitated others: "Okay, brother, brother..." But later, when the fish tail wet him and the white hair wrapped around him, the shark demon looked strange: "The one who gave you shark blood is a good brother?" —— 2025.6.8 Thanks to the artist Wei Lou for the cover Mission: Tenacity