Those Years of Immersive Storytelling of Inspirational Stories to Misanthropic Villains

Welfare extra, subscribe to 50% unlock, love love. Sixteen years into the book, Zhichun lived by borrowing money from the system and was in debt. She was very excited when she saw the person she was tasked with sending warmth to, the cannon fodder villain Kong Yanbai in the article. That night, I went to his room and told him about Liaozhai for four hours. His throat was almost hoarse. The system happily prompted: "Congratulations to the host, the debt has been reduced by twenty-five cents." Zhichun was speechless and asked the sky, "How long will it take to repay this debt?" There's no use telling him stories while he's asleep, it's a drop in the bucket. In order for Kong Yanbai to listen to her story, she tried so hard that she was numb. Gradually, she didn't want to talk anymore, and would rather do the dangerous tasks painfully. On an ordinary night, the wind was a bit cold. When she came back from completing her mission, she saw the young man standing at the door waiting for her: "You... Don't have any other stories?" Zhichun's eyelashes trembled: "Don't you like hearing it?" The young man lowered his eyes, "I don't want to hear it." * Small theater: 1. Kong Yanbai met a cat in the city. This cat was very unfamiliar. It was obviously the first time he met it, but he was very familiar with it. It turned its belly and raised its tail. It's very similar to a person, and that person is also familiar with him. The young man moved his fingers and touched the kitten's head stiffly, and his cold and sharp profile turned a little softer. After touching it for a while, the cat seemed to feel comfortable with its fur, and purred closer to his hand. Suddenly he thought of something, and his slender fingers curled up. His brows were slightly furrowed, his black eyes were fixed on the kitten, and his voice was a little cold: "Would you do this to others?" 2. One night, by the river. Kong Yanbai held an umbrella for Zhichun, and he suddenly said: "Fu Zhichun, your shoes and socks are wet." Zhichun glanced down and said indifferently, "The dew is a bit heavy." "I'll carry you back." The young man suddenly squatted down in front of her, his broad shoulders in front of his eyes, as if he was silently asking her to lean on him. Zhichun looked at him for a while, patted him on the shoulder, pursed his lips and said softly: "It won't affect your walking if your shoes and socks are wet. Get up." But he was stubborn and refused to get up, and his voice was muffled, "But I want to carry you." Purpose: Knowledge changes destiny, practicing martial arts strengthens the body