Note: Say important things three times, Lily! Lily! ! Lily! ! !
When Lin Xiyue was desperate in life, she actually transformed into the villain in the book. The whole world in the book is extremely weird, with the ruthless God of Death waving his sickle and the passionate Satan waving at you. At this time, the gods came, and the human beings in desperate situation were ecstatic and regarded it as the last straw.
Gods give humans abilities to survive in various death games.
When she was given the ability, faced with the choice thrown by the arrogant Heaven, the unruly girl raised her blood-stained face, looked directly at the God, and said disdainfully: "I don't want anything."
People who were traveling with her thought she was crazy. Tiandao looked at the ants in front of him in a funny way. Both people and him thought she would not survive one round of the game.
However, people watched in stunned silence as she blasted the monster's head with one knife, cut off the monster's limbs with two knives, and cut a monster into pieces with five knives. The scene was dripping with blood and extremely cruel. Only the girl's ruthless golden eyes looking back were frightening...
This book is also called (?) Let's look at how a mournful and crazy girl reaches the top.
"Let me, a villain, teach the world how to be a good person."
Sand engraving
Lin Xiyue: Traveling between love and real evil
(chic and charming
Ye Qingyi: ... A cute and charming villain (forced to be helpless)
Jingxi: That's it! ! ! Meow! ! !
(Jumping around
Brothers: Everything the boss said is right! ! ! ! !
Serious version
I thought I was alone, but when I looked back, I saw the arms of my lover, the smiles of my friends, and the following of like-minded people. If life is as long as a dark room, I might as well write spring poems in plain sight.
Life is never defined. But if I had to define it, ugh... I would say that young people don't write bad books, but write the most shocking chapter in banned books.
——Lin Xiyue
Intention: If life is like a dark room, you might as well write spring poems in plain sight