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Sang Queyu, the young lord of Wudu City, used heavenly materials and earthly treasures to brew a nightmare beast that could create dreams, and it never left him every day.
It is said that the young city lord who is in charge of the last orderly place in the world is noble and powerful, and this seductive dream must have been an even worse situation.
But only the Nightmare Beast knew that the dreams that the Young City Lord caused it to create were dull but terrifying——
There is always only one scene and one person.
And his own various deaths.
It had heard Sang Queyu murmuring in cold sweat and trembling countless times:
He shouldn't destroy Lian Zhichen's ruthless ways, so no matter how he dies, it's not an exaggeration.
But Sang Queyu can't die, he wants to become stronger.
Strong enough to go to the place where the banished immortal was buried and find Lian Zhichen.
Bring him back and resurrect him.
Love him secretly.
In the end, he sacrificed his life to help him return to the top of immortality.
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The diseased land is filled with nothingness.
The immortal who was relegated to the rank of Lotus was shattered step by step, but he had long been accustomed to the heart-breaking process of soul reshaping.
He sat on the floor nonchalantly and took out the nightmare mirror in his arms.
The high-grade immortal weapon is missing a corner.
At this time, this horn is having a painful and bloody dream.
The Immortal doesn't have the legendary stability and coldness at all.
He looked at the different miserable deaths of the young man, frowned and shook his head, sighing in relief.
"I am self-destructive and ruthless, how come I fall in love with such an indecisive person?"
Lian Zhichen raised his head and looked at the gray sky that couldn't see the top, with a smile in his broken pupils.
It's almost here, just wait for me.
When I get out, I'll cure your problem.
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The outwardly indifferent and deeply affectionate beauty Gong (Lian Zhichen) vs. The two-faced surly and cold-hearted Shou (Sang Queyu)
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1. Nonsense background. Some of the settings of the strange beasts refer to "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", but it is not important.
2. Private facilities like mountains.
3.1V1, HE.
4. Welcome teasing, friendly communication, patting, and crying.
2024.02.16
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Life is really boring.
Feng Yanhui lay on her back in the jade box, her eyes filled with world-weariness written in her delicately carved jade eyebrows.
As the legendary greatest demon in the immortal world, his life is endless and his death is unlucky.
I don't know who cares about it, but let him come back from the dead and lie there as a piece of jade for three hundred years, and he was also played with by a little fairy for three hundred years.
Now his body is back in shape, but damn, he still can't move.
Listening to the painful groans coming from outside, Feng Yan thought back and thought that Sang Fengbei was really going to be beaten to death this time, he was a weakling.
If possible, he wanted to say, let them take me away and stop protecting me.
But he couldn't speak. A jade bead was stuck in his mouth by the brat, and it was pressed moistly against his lips and tongue, very forcefully.
Since he was a child, Sang Fengbei was entrusted with a jade box by his master. Inside the box was a beauty made of cold jade, with an air of immortality and lifelike beauty.
Even though he was indifferent, he couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.
He thought, it would be great if the beauty could come back to life.
Then the beauty came to life.
The beauty who came to life has black hair and snow-skinned skin, bright eyebrows and bright eyes, and her smile is like the light of spring and the autumn moon.
Nice looking, but messy.
You have to rub him, hold him in the bath, hold his hair, and hold him to sleep.
As long as he raised his eyebrows and called him softly with a voice like a hook, he couldn't refuse.
What a pity, Sang Fengbei thought.
If there were no blood feuds between them, if they didn't know that they were just shadows, they would be fine, right?
Then he pulled out the bloody sword, turned around and left, no longer looking at the withered beauty.
Many years later, the once notorious Beauty Demon King sat casually on the top of the Immortal, being worshiped by thousands of people, leaning on the shoulder of the man in white next to him, thinking deeply.
Zhefeng Immortal Lord Sang Fengbei, who had revived the Immortal Sect, stood at the front. He could see the sparkling light in his eyes, but he could no longer see Wushan in the past.
[Dark-bellied, high-profile, black-cut, white-cut, white-faced, big devil, beauty, vs. Upright, pure, abstinent, white-cut, black, little fairy, Junnian, attacks]
Intention: Love is salvation, and it goes in both directions.
