[Copywriting 1] Female protagonist's perspective
Xu Yao endured two hundred years of torture in the underworld and was finally reincarnated.
But found that he could not be reincarnated as a human being.
She argued hard and finally earned herself a blank life.
But he never expected that all this was actually a game within a game, a plan within a plan.
And she is just one part of it.
When she was reincarnated in this life, she forgot everything, but she often felt a familiar sense of dissonance.
Is it the shooting skills of a gun-playing boy?
Is it the figure of a whip dancing girl?
Is it the figure of a young man holding a scroll?
Xu Yao couldn't remember it, but these familiar feelings gradually disappeared one by one in front of her.
Powerlessness and despair turned into blood and tears, and a strong sense of fate enveloped my heart.
She has finally changed.
[Copywriting 2] Male protagonist's perspective
When Zhu Feng was working as a spy in the underworld, he would occasionally go to the 18th level of hell to see the female ghost with the red string on her hand.
If there is a chance, he will enter the dream of this female ghost, because he really wants to know what the rest of her life will be like after his body is taken away.
Today, he pretended to be a messenger from the Palace of the Past to send this female ghost to reincarnation.
He laid out a plan, and just in case, he provoked the female ghost.
Things went smoothly, and the female ghost entered the game.
In this life, he has exhausted all his traps and will do whatever it takes to bring the world's gods into the game.
Just so that he and the female ghost could be freed and regained their freedom.
Unfortunately, in this game of chess, the most stable Ming chess suddenly changed - the female ghost lost her memory after being reincarnated.
[Copywriting 3] The second female lead's perspective
In the misty world of immortality, passers-by pass by in a hurry.
Li Qinghan didn't know which life this was for him.
She doesn't care either.
In this life, she has a biological sister who loves her, a master who dotes on her, a junior brother who is angry with her, and a junior sister who she loves.
She always felt that life was pretty good.
Until she got a neat little basket.
Until she saw herself in an unknown life dying tragically in front of her eyes.
Everything has changed.
"They suddenly called me the Lord of God. Cui Minghao, you are very knowledgeable and rich. What do you think?"
"Oh, even pigs can fly into the sky when the wind blows."
Hum! Choi Minghao, you are mocking me!
Zhufeng, what do you think?
"You, God Lord, God Lord, have nothing to do with me."
Hum! Zhufeng, you are jealous of me!
Xu Yao, what do you think?
"Senior sister is the best!"
Hehe, that's natural, my junior sister is great too!
"Either that, your name is Xu Ping'an or Xu Yehan, what do you think?"
"No matter who you are, as long as I can remember you, I will definitely be by your side."
Huh! Why are you asking questions but not answering them?
[Copywriting 4] The perspective of the second male lead
My soul actually reunited.
In this life they call me Xu Ping An.
I have always liked this name, peace is a blessing.
Unlike my previous name, Xu Yehan, it sounds like a dead scene.
In this life, my sister was borrowed again.
Although I could barely survive without being as miserable as my previous life, I was determined to protect her.
When she entered the Qing Sect, I used the illusion of her previous life to return her sacred bones, and they actually returned them to her second senior sister.
Her once broken soul in the mirror was completely integrated into the soul of her second senior sister.
It all becomes confusing.
Artifacts and beasts may misidentify people, but bones and souls do not.
I forced myself to accept this reality and secretly followed her second senior sister for eight years.
Arbitrary, brainless, domineering, and a bit like a villain.
I found that she had long forgotten the past and became vivid but ordinary in order to survive.
She was no longer alone, and I finally found the right person.
The author said: A different world and a dusty past. May our duckweed-like lives finally find peace in freedom.
Intention: Destiny must be held in one's own hands
