
Have You All Died Today? [Puishu]
孽徒今天死透了吗[穿书]
by Zisong (子淞)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 68k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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[At the beginning of hell, the crazy apprentice attacks openly] x [The professional counterpart secretly attacks the crazy master] 1v1, strong, HE. Xu Zimo came back from the dead, transformed into the beautiful, powerful and miserable immortal in the book, and was also bound to a useless Zhan Wusheng system. This system first seals off the original major and then issues a gold application task. It's hard to get some normal benefits, but you still have to take them based on your appearance. Staring at the negative buffs he had drawn all over his body, Xu Zimo wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and smiled harmlessly. "Come on, system, only one of us can survive." As the saying goes, strike first to gain strength, strike later to suffer disaster. After clarifying the original plot, Xu Zimo immediately decided to get rid of the villain's apprentice in the article. What should I do if I have no cultivation? Shake people. What should I do if I can't beat him in a duel? Gang fight. What should I do if my little apprentice has escaped? Xu Zimo personally carried his sword and went down the mountain: Wait. "I must kill this villain today." ━━━ Huai Xin knew that Xu Zimo was just a "fake" who took on the identity of his master. The first time that man saw him, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Fortunately, he is not a kind person. Having a long sword pressed against his heart, Huai Xin was not afraid and did not retreat. Instead, he held the sword and faced it forward. The important thing is to fight for life and to exchange injury for injury. As the blood beads rolled down, he sneered and said: Let's see which of us dies first. He and Xu Zimo fought again and again, watching the opponent's sword become more and more fierce, and watching the opponent's eyes gradually lose clarity. Until later, it seemed that Master really came back. Huai Xin suddenly lost his mind. No, it's all wrong! Master is not Xu Zimo, Master is Master! But Master... Who is he? Huai Xin never thought about it. One day, when the man took the initiative to put down his sword, he raised his hand and stroked the top of his hair with a smile, just like he did many years ago. He was actually able to draw the short sword with an expressionless face in the gentle countryside that the other party had deliberately created. The next second, the sharp blade pierced the flesh and blood. The man looked at his pierced chest in disbelief: "... Why?" Huai Xin laughed crazily, but the ends of his eyes were quietly dyed red. He said—— You are not him. Just think I'm crazy. Bring him back... Bring that madman back. ━━━ Many years later. In the Hanyu Pond, the water is filled with mist. Xu Zimo casually pulled the red hair tie around his apprentice's neck, with a cold expression: "Do you know, you almost killed me that time." Huai Xin cooperated and stepped forward to meet him, and gently pecked the person's still flushed face: "Well, it's urgent." Xu Zimo raised his finger and pointed at his heart: "But there is a scar here." "..." Huai Xin reluctantly opened her arms, revealing her large chest muscles. "Okay, you can touch me as long as you want today." "Or, let you be on top?" I don't know who coughed lightly and said hello. The water waves are rippling and have not stopped for a long time. ━━━Consumption Guide━━━ ① The early stage is more plot-oriented, with fewer attacking players. The style is relaxed, and the attack and the receiving end range from killing each other to falling in love. ② There is an age difference of more than 300 years between the master and the apprentice, so they cannot accept being cautious! ! ! (Of course you can't tell from the appearance) ③The fight in the early stage was really bloody, with both sides making deadly moves. ④ In an imaginary world view, some terms are made up by the author himself, and the annotations are used for interpretation. ⑤ There is a lot of foreshadowing, so writing guidance is declined. Intention: After thousands of sails have passed, the breeze comes slowly.