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Tags
- ThemeCultivation
- POVMale Lead
- Age18+
- Beloved by All
- Power Couple
- Supernatural
- Xianxia Cultivation
Synopsis
[Anywhere, big or small, green tea white cut black man x poisonous tongue, soft-hearted, beautiful, strong and miserable woman], also known as "24/7 live broadcast of the process of a gloomy man falling in love" The copy is as follows: [Lyric Version]: Male protagonist's perspective: As the holy son of the Cangming clan, He Lianchen got a ghost named Nanzhu on the night when his clan was exterminated at the age of twelve. The price was half his blood and the agreement to help her break the contract. The female ghost is strange, often missing, has a dissolute temperament, and has a poisonous tongue. She often utters some "evil" sentences to tear out his heart. He thought that this female ghost must hate him so much that she had to be bound to him and forced to follow him because of the ghost contract. If you find an opportunity, you must make him suffer a lot without killing him. That's just right, the two of them hate each other and are not afraid of adding fuel to the fire. But on the day of the Qianji Sect's ceremony, in the pouring rain, she flew onto the stage with her dark red robes rustling fiercely, holding an umbrella in her left hand and holding a sword in her right hand. Although her ghost body was not exposed to the rain, she still pretended to be fine. That day she was willing to be his unknown opponent and help him complete a martial arts ceremony. The world couldn't see her, and in their eyes and hearts they thought he was the only one on the stage. She didn't care at all. There was even a hint of smile in the depths of her dark pupils. The hem of her clothes flew freely without any wind. Her voice was deep but clear, and she said teasingly: "Kid, you owe me another favor this time." He was covered in defensive armor so that it could be instantly eliminated, and with a bang in his heart, he lost his defense to the rain. ----------------------- [Funny version]: Female protagonist's perspective: Nan Zhu discovered that Ji Chen, that brat, was always having trouble with him recently. What's going on? It's obvious that her relationship with him hasn't changed. She routinely scolds him, teases him, and ignores him. In the past, the boy didn't respond, but recently, she likes to cry more and more. He was not crying loudly, but his eyes were red, and he was looking at her pitifully like a dog, which made her want to see the other person's joke, which made her feel weird. When a child grows up, it is the time when he is sensitive and cannot be scolded or bullied. Nan Zhu decided to leave him alone and go out for a walk first. But after relaxing, I found that the kid was drunk again. She had seen him act crazy when he was drunk, so she turned around and was about to leave. But who would have thought that as soon as she turned around, a seventeen-year-old boy ran towards her with staggering steps and grabbed her arm, as if she was an illusion that could be broken with a poke: "Don't be angry, okay? I always dream about you. It's my fault..." Dream? What dream? What do you dream about? Why should she be angry because he dreamed about her? Nan Zhu was puzzled by this question. It was only a long time later when he was forcefully pulled into the room to kiss her that he realized that, damn, it turned out that this brat had been raised crookedly since then! In a nutshell: I treat you as a kid, but you want to be my boyfriend? (Modern vocabulary, don't pay attention) -------------------------- Food guide: 1. The opening chapter starts from the perspective of the male protagonist, with low attack, high defense and low self-esteem. 2. The heroine is beautiful, powerful, charming, infinitely charming and attractive, captivating everyone regardless of age or gender; 3. The perspective occasionally varies. The author will write from the perspective of whichever is easier for the author to write and which highlights the characters more. Intention: Already aware of the vastness of the universe, I still pity the green grass and trees