[Child-oriented x Adult-oriented]
Ao Ling stared at the mirror, feeling a little dazed for a moment. The young man behind him is reflected in the mirror, with a black bun and red lips like flames. He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her cool shoulder, twisting a strand of her hazy hair with his long fingers, forcing her to tilt her head and look at the overlapping figures in the mirror.
"Again," the young man's Qingyue voice was deliberately lowered, and his warm breath brushed her ears, "Mistook me for the one in the red bellyband?"
That tone was partly resentment and partly the unquestionable monopoly of the little prince incarnate as a lotus root, as if the slightest thought in her mind was a heinous crime.
This tangled fate all started from that accident. A turbulence in time and space unexpectedly threw her into this familiar yet completely unfamiliar situation, and she met this seemingly old friend.
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Nezha deliberately threw half of the stump in front of her eyes, wanting to see her beauty turn pale.
But in Ao Ling's eyes, the dripping blood was nothing more than a blur, and even vaguely exuded the sweet smell of ketchup. She just found it boring, far less exciting than teasing the pig and bear.
Return to the Dragon Palace and sink into the shell bed that opens and closes with the waves. The tide rose and fell overnight, and when she woke up, the one holding her conch turned back into the child with the red bellyband and bright eyes.
The next day the tide fell again, and the conch holder returned to the gloomy young man who was frightened by his severed limbs.
Nezha... So besides Jin Zha and Muzha, are there any other brothers?
Chaojun didn't know Hui Shuo. She was caught in the back and forth of Shuo Shuo, and she couldn't tell which one was real and illusory.
Ao Ling: It turns out that I have two bamboo horses.
Idea: Did you drop this red lotus root or the white lotus root?
