Desperate situations refine the extreme good and evil of human beings. In the seventh year when alienation spreads and the door of hell opens, the world is asking - where will our end be?
The [protagonist] who was created and then abandoned said that God should complete the story himself
What's wrong with authors using folklore in their works?
As long as you don't die, there's really no problem.
A strange person appeared in the "New World". It is rumored that he has a very close relationship with the leader of the Black Zone. It is also rumored that he has a very high status in the White Tower. The assassin who is the first in the killer sequence has taken over all the tasks related to 'him' all year round but has never completed it. He is also one of the ten VIP guests of the mysterious owner of Senluo Shop...
Only the author knows that every character is a fragment of the author's soul, her emotions hidden in the delusion of words.
The mermaid of [Love] holds up the tide for Deep Blue. Love is the desperate curse of the immortal.
[Ecstasy] The puppet master puts down the string, and the end of the bone tunnel leads to the wilderness and paradise.
The leader of [Rage] put down the crystal red wine glass and gave him the tenderness of a human tyrant.
The rabid dog of [fear] sniffed her hair, using a person's body temperature as a shackles of reason.
The [sad] gardener held her hand, and everything in the glass greenhouse was replaced by hell in an instant.
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There is only one person in the world who is not afraid of them, because only they can truly empathize with them.
[Protagonist] looks at you and asks.
Who are you?
Lin Si slowly took off his bloody white gloves, casually rolled up his long hair with a red ink pen, and smiled.
"Well, he's a weak ordinary civil servant who is heavily in debt."
It's the narration, the solitary shadow walking between the lines.
It is a narrative, an empty step where snow falls at the end of death.
He is a pathetic creator who owes the story of this world an ending.
In the inverted Tianhe
The mute girl strings together the moonlight, the beginning of the textile world.
From the silent depths, trees grow over corpses
Magnificent and grotesque live bait,
Fishing in a tramp's boat
From a pool of red blood
The Creator whispers to all creation
That road will be with God
prophecy says
——Lift the curtain and enter the seventh day of God's absence,
At that time, we will all die,
Then eternal life
Purpose: The story must have a beginning and an end