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This book was poorly written. The sadistic setting was written in a bland way, so read with caution.
XP's work: bloody sadomasochism, forced love, pseudo-substitute? It's not a big heroine, nor a big hero. It's purely about love. There are many private settings, so it's not a good idea to enter with caution.
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Kurogiri Mad Prince vs Shirogiri Black Princess
do. Hate couple
A hundred years ago, Yan Mixu was deposed as the prince and thrown into the ghost world.
When Fan Wuqi went to see him, the arrogant god was in a state of despair, but he was still so unoffended, until at one moment he was full of hatred, biting his wrist and cursed her: "Fan Wuqi, I wish you a hundred years of trouble, immortality for ten thousand years, eternal life, and hate me in your heart."
The chains shook, the bells jingled, and blood flowed all over the floor.
The cries in hell almost broke her heart.
She still escaped.
When she was very young, Fan Wuqi made up her mind. She liked her brother, and she liked Fan Cuo, the little boy who was brought home by her father when she was a few hundred years old. (Brother and sister are not related by blood. We knew from the beginning that there is no genealogy and there is no genealogy problem.)
Childhood sweethearts, staying together for a lifetime, were supposed to be an ancient romance, but everything was ruined by Yanmisu.
So she deliberately approached him, and she would do anything to avenge her brother.
But when it really goes as she wishes, not only will there be the pleasure of revenge, but also endless torture.
How she wished everything was a dream. As she climbed the mountain of knives step by step, she could no longer tell whether it was love or not.
That year, no one had been to Jiudao Mountain for more than ten thousand years, and finally a thin flesh and blood body set foot on it again.
The flesh and blood ran over the blade, and the piercing pain caused regret to grow crazily.
Wuji told herself over and over again that she didn't love or hate Misu at all, she didn't love him, not at all!
The girl was in agony, as if she had rolled over countless knives. After walking through this mountain of betrayal, her sins would be gone.
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One hundred years later, Fanqiu finally learned the truth.
Selfishly, he only wanted to spend the rest of his life eating porridge with his sister in plain clothes, but he could not escape justice, and in the end it was a luxury.
She once said that the way of heaven is nothing more than a piece of nonsense.
Are there not enough people who stand for justice and truth in this world?
Regardless of morality, she, Fanwuji, only stands true to her heart, and she only wants her brother.
She is the best woman in the six realms.
"It's just that, sister, my brother is reluctant to let you go, but he has no choice."
He never thought that he had been a ray of love for Yan Misu from the beginning to the end, and the grievances of the previous generation had not let them go in the end.
So he killed himself in tears.
Sister, he is me. No matter how the heavens turn, my brother will always be by your side.
Heaven was ruthless, and Fanyang lost his brother again.
Even the last time they met, she didn't call out "brother" until her death because she was under a spell.
How can you not hate it, hate Misu?
This absurd world, she just wants to leave now.
He was also suffering, so he agreed and let her go.
But that day——
He walked down step by step and crossed the white jade steps. His cold eyes were sad. In front of all the civil and military officials, he lowered his head and said: "The God of Sin hates Misu. All the sins he has committed due to love are unforgivable."
At this point, the god finally let go of his pride.
He looked stunned, but cut off his right arm very simply.
The moment God's arm was broken, God's love was also broken.
The disgusting love of God that has always trapped her.
Fanyang couldn't help crying.
The delicate jade bracelet shattered from her wrist and fell into pitiful pieces.
Soon, heavy snow fell, and the debris gathered into red lines.
Gods cut off their arms, snowy mountains melted, and all living beings pulled strings together.
In the world of mortals, love is always greater than hate.
She wanted to leave, so he cut off his own arm and sent her a sky full of snowflakes, paving the road with red lines.
Purpose: live a good life
