Linglin

The journey of four boys and girls to practice in another world. Please tap lightly when practicing writing. In front of him, the black-haired girl's face was still unclear, with the turbid sky behind her. The girl seemed to be smiling, and the short blade in her hand cut the back of her hand. The blood was like the only light in the darkness. As the hand slowly dripped down, the feathers under her feet turned into white flowers, and were instantly infected with red blood. She clasped her hands together, blood and blood-stained petals splashed, and her field of vision changed again. Green trees with white flowers spread before his eyes. The perspective quickly zoomed in, and there was a black-haired girl standing under the tree. Her lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something. Her hands touched his face and went all the way to his chest. The gentle touch feels like a real thing. She gently touched the moonstone, and then pushed him away with her backhand. He flew upside down with this force, and the scenery around him quickly retreated in a strange and bizarre way. Then he opened his eyes. The evening breeze gradually picked up, and the setting sun passed over the girl's eyes and dark forehead, and sank into the horizon. She slowly squatted down, holding her chin with one hand, and brushing away the boy's bangs with the other, revealing a thin, angular face. Although his eyes were closed, his facial features were still delicate. The girl had seen that he had a pair of very sharp eyes that were not for his age. It fits her knife very well. "Quite handsome." "However, you took my knife, but you have to compensate me." She poked the chest of the person in front of her, and the boy frowned slightly as he felt something in his sleep. Concept: Four young girls' journey of cultivation in another world. Live hard and be your own master.