A weak and talkative ghost vs a delicious and lazy bandit leader
[Personal signature of the heroine: Put down your personal qualities and enjoy the life of a bandit.
[The heroine's principle of dealing with things: Every penny must be counted, and blood debts must be repaid with blood.
[First the male protagonist's perspective, then the female protagonist's perspective. The heroine has the highest level of health, has an immortal golden body, and all the physical abuse is borne by the male protagonist.
Winter of the second year of Yongxing.
Yan Jianghai, the envoy of the Suppressant Nightmare, was demoted to the northern Xinjiang for smuggling firearms. He moved his adopted son Yan Lichuan to the extreme of the North Sea with the army.
On a snowy night, I encountered a stone tablet with seal carvings on it, which said that when the heaven and earth first opened, there was a tree of thousands of trees. It took root on Wujian Cliff and spread its branches to the ninth level of the sky. The tree gathered the beauty of heaven and earth, gave birth to the Dragon Mother, had the power to kill gods, and protected all things in the world.
"Dragon? Is there really a dragon in the world?" Zhaoyu's face turned purple from the cold, and she huddled in the basket on Yan Qianchuan's back, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.
"Yes! Why not? I've seen it before." Yan Jianghai followed, sighing, "I saw it with my own eyes the night your brother picked you up in the stable!"
"Look, there's writing on the back of this stone."
Yan Yanchuan touched the inscription with his fingers and read, "In the thirteenth year of the divine punishment, the Dragon Mother slaughtered all the gods to save the world. Her spiritual power was exhausted and she turned into a rock. The only daughter in her belly was sealed in the rock until a star named Tiantong passed by and she was born."
Yan Jianghai came up to take a look and laughed: "It's fake! It's fake at first glance! This is made up by some writer who can't sell books, and the handwriting is very ugly."
Yan Yanchuan nodded: "It looks like handwriting that was just engraved."
He jumped over a long section in the middle, touched the last line, and read: "... She is the last true dragon in the world. She was born in Burang Mountain. She can lift the Spring and Autumn Sword and kill the priests in the sky..."
A weak and talkative ghost vs a delicious and lazy bandit leader
Concept: Being loved will make you grow like crazy
