After several generations of the witchcraft family, there was only one Hou Yi left named Guiyi. Guiyi has waist-long hair. Ever since he found that he couldn't cut it, he decided to lie flat. He made his debut at the age of 17 after struggling to grow up under the strange gaze of children of the same age.
In the early morning of her 22nd birthday, Guiyi received a package from her long-dead mother whom she had never met before, triggering the game to enter a copy.
All the ghosts: Jie Jie Jie... Let the little beauty be torn to pieces!
Weiyi: (inexplicably excited)... Okay~ Let's see who tears who apart first~
All the ghosts:? ? ?
Ever since, there has been a great master in the circle of translators.
The young man in black has skin as white as snow, and silver butterflies are flying in the sky. He curls his lips in a lazy smile, and all ghosts clear the way.
All the ghosts: (trembling) Hey, hey, hey, I'm so scared! ! !
One by one one by one
Qin Wangzhu has lost his memory since he woke up. He has maxed out the dungeons in just a few months since he was 16 years old, ranking No. 1 In the performer rankings, and is known as a "god" in the performer circle.
Over the past eight years, he has witnessed too many players come and go, and has also experienced betrayal and death.
He originally thought that his heart was as solid as a rock and he was unmoved.
Until one day, he saw a strange young man throwing down the last fire and burning down the entire copy. Silver butterflies filled the sky and fell gracefully from the fire. The young man who was incompatible with the surroundings was strangely in tune with the sea of fire at this moment, like Shura returning from hell.
Qin Wangzhu unconsciously touched his heart - even though there was nothing there.
One by one one by one
I am a novice author, my writing is not good, I don't like to write in a hurry!
Purpose: interpreting one's own story in other people's stories