The beauty who looks cold but is actually not cold is attacked by a "black-bellied" man who looks like he is doing nothing but is actually taking advantage of others.
I somehow entered the "level" that I had set for myself thousands of years ago.
"Sister, there is a skeleton here, and it's purple."
"It's poisonous, don't touch it."
As soon as I turned around, I found that the master who was behind me just now was gone.
Where is the master?
Just as I was thinking about it, an arrow struck from the right. Before I could react, a big hand hugged my waist from behind and took me backwards.
"Ayi, why are you so careless?"
I put my arms around her neck, but the ice blade in my hand was pressed against her artery.
"Don't think that if you have the exact same face, I won't be able to tell whether you are real or fake."
"Then why do you think that you are the real you now?"
I didn't answer her, I just chuckled, wiped his neck with the knife, and wiped mine as well.
Suddenly, light and shadow intertwined in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he only heard someone speaking in his ear.
"Sister, there is a skeleton here, and it's purple."
Determination: Keeping peace in this world is my long-cherished wish!