Broken Realm

Tibetan fog "The feast has begun. The invitation was sent two days ago. My dear Wu, you are late. You are a misbehaving child and you will be punished~" Shenwu "Wist, relax and give me your body, mind, and soul." "Your and my souls are tightly entangled, sinking in the moonlight under the water, drifting with the waves, endlessly." Shenwu "The delicate little matchmaker, the vicious Tang Sanzang... The mother is afraid of the girl's lust, and uses all kinds of clever tricks to guard against it... The pink butterflies come in pairs." "I will give you a mirror so that when you look in the mirror, you will think of me." It turns out that I am neither Zangwu nor Chenwu, but Chenwu. * "I am mist, welcome to my domain." Reading instructions: 1. First person, very crazy. 2. Narcissus/Western fantasy Chinese stew background/My flow is unlimited/Suspense and slight horror 3. It is expected to be completed with 100,000 words, a short story. Concept: The setting moon hides the sea fog