Pre-collection: "My Three Thousand Years with You"
(The sequel to "This Hate Is Hard to Live" still has the taste of attacking death and suffering madness...)
[White cut black genius attack x crazy criticizing bigoted rich and young people]
[Mainly attacking perspective, bloody toilet reading]
Chasing Husband Crematorium
[Golden Blood is a private design and has no fantasy elements]
[Usually updated at 10pm]
It is said that hatred is overwhelming and love is difficult to overcome, but Lin Jiele only treats them as a joke.
Day after day, they carved their features in front of the Buddha. The Buddha said that all living beings suffer, but Lin Jiele knew his suffering and the Buddha would not overcome it.
The blood flowing in his body is worth as much as gold. In the past, someone praised him as being comparable to the immortal meat of Tang Monk. Lin Jiele just laughed. He was a knife and a beast, and I was a fish. This was actually the original sin.
But for this reason, he once climbed from the filthiest city to rise above the crowd, enjoying fame, wealth and glory, but lost everything in the fire.
His past life was all ashes, and he had no intention of caring about this life. He just wanted to settle in a corner of this temple with sandalwood as his companion.
But he came after me.
Chasing from hell to the Buddha, from the sea of hatred to the ruthless heaven.
Looking up, Lin Jiele smiled calmly when he saw those blood-quenched, fire-burning, crazy eyes.
"Zhong Shi'an, do you want to kill me again?"
When he first met Lin Jiele, Zhong Shi'an thought he was just a wild dog that strayed in. No matter how smart he was, the bastards in the walled city were just the young master's whim to relieve his manic depression.
However, wild dogs will bite when they are anxious. The wild dogs left him covered with bruises. What was even more desperate was that Zhong Shian found that his hatred for him was mixed with a strange attraction.
Like a wounded pigeon, he was silently but briefly taken in by Lin Jiele, until the building was about to collapse and all the conspiracies were exposed before his eyes. Everyone stood on the opposite side of Zhong Shi'an. Lin Jiele's undefeated look in the court made him unforgettable in his dreams for the rest of his life.
He fled, but was recovered five years later.
At this time, Lin Jiele had stepped on his father's trust and climbed to a high position. He wished he could tear him to pieces in front of his father.
But Lin Jiele still looked at him with eyes that he didn't understand. The fire was soaring into the sky. Zhong Shian's eyes were about to burst. He screamed Lin Jiele's name like a maniac, but he could only watch as he was swallowed up by the fire, as if he was going to bring all the lies and deceptions to the ashes.
Five years and five years.
Lingyin Temple smells of sandalwood, and the new sculptor's eyes are lowered, and the carving knife roams between his fingers, carving out the appearances of all living beings, but he never sees anyone, and only polishes the Buddha statues in the small courtyard day after day.
Until——
A hand with distinct joints tightly grasped his wrist bone.
"Lin Jiele," Zhong Shi'an's voice was quenched with blood, and his eyes were full of obsession, "I will recognize you even if you are burned to ashes!"
"Master, do you still want my blood or my life?" Lin Jiele looked indifferent.
"I want you to come back, come back to me."
Intention: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately
