The Little Sun Has Turned Black

! Be careful when entering the pit! The author's mental condition is slightly serious and he is unable to determine when to update (the brain is blank + the current life is difficult to guarantee and the author is a perfectionist). He can only guarantee that he will not give up while he is still alive. He will write it as soon as possible. Friends who are new to the pit, please be informed. Friends who have fallen into the trap, the author bows orz ---------- *The offensive and defensive potential of you and my master and disciple are different. [The sun dyes the fox persimmon into black The prince of Nanxiang, Lin Qingyang, hid a secret that no one dared to tell, so he kept it carefully and treated it like a treasure. He waited and waited, until everyone around him saw his little secret, and the prince became a prince, but he still didn't tell it. At first he was embarrassed, then he couldn't, and then... He touched the tears on his face in a daze and realized that the person he wanted to say was no longer there. He likes his master. The King of Nanxiang who strategized and sat on the high platform, the elder who always doted on him and taught him everything, the fairy-like man who came out of the wind and snow, still full of elegance. Lin Qingyang was in pain, Lin Qingyang was in pain, Lin Qingyang had no love, and rejected the pretty luthier who confessed to him three times in a row. The luthier was so beautiful, but in his heart, no one could compare to his master. The newly appointed King of Nanxiang stumbled all the way, and in order to avenge blood, he did not hesitate to shatter his youthful innocence with his own hands, and rolled in the sea of ​​hatred - but rolled in a circle and bumped into someone. When he looked up, Liuli's heart was shattered into pieces. "Lin Hengzhi, you're not dead?!" Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth. "First of all, my surname is not Lin." Heng Zhi leaned over, his long snow-colored hair scratching his wound. It was painful and itchy, weaving into the web of a paranoid predator. "Secondly, I have died twice." Later... Lin Qingyang: "What should I do if my best friend seeks death every day?" It's very simple, just clean up. — "It's my treasure." "A seventeen-year-old boy doesn't know what he likes." … "I want to wipe away the stains on the treasure and make it clean and dust-free. It would be good to pass by it this time and take a look." "But I broke it." * "Hengzhi, I don't want to be your treasure, and I don't want to be pigeonholed by you." "The past is over, I am born in this world - I will lead you to live." The green sand on the porch is boiling with snow, and there are many emotions on my pillow, but I don't complain about separation. --- *Progress: There are four volumes of the full text, about 600,000 words. Volume 1·Old Dream of Nanxiang [Estimated 200,000 words, updating...] *Note: 1. Ancient fiction, with slight fantasy elements (fairy) 2. Lin Qingyang x Heng Zhi, attack each other, he. 3. Update the list as it goes along, and often make small revisions to previous articles. 4. The author often gets sick... Thanks to everyone who likes this story, take a bow. 5. Also known as "Blue and White Boiling Snow", the text does not contain too many spoilers. Intention: As long as you work hard to grow, the sunshine and rain will come to you. Love makes people complete and strong.