The protagonist of this article has incorrect views and does not represent the author's views.
This article cuts into the story from the perspective of the villain, paranoid, violent, extreme and aggressive × upright, gentle, rational and accepting
Let me state it again: the protagonist has incorrect views! It is even very cs sometimes and the plot requires it. Please do not learn or imitate it.
In the demon world, there is no room for warmth under the throne built of blood and bones. There is only one law believed in here, power is truth.
Li Yang, an alien born here. What was beating in her chest was an inappropriate Bodhisattva heart.
Mercy? In an environment where the jungle prevails, this is tantamount to digging your own grave. In order to struggle for a breath in this purgatory, Li Yang deceived, robbed, and conquered... The actions that once made her tremble gradually became the instinct to breathe.
Until that bloody dusk, she saw in the reflection in the water that her bloody hands were so similar to those claws that had made her sick.
When the day of reckoning finally arrived, she was forced into a desperate situation by the powerful powers of all races, and her overwhelming hatred overwhelmed her reason. Instead of becoming a withered skeleton for others to climb up, it would be better... To die together!
"Let's... Destroy it together!" She screamed, igniting all the manic magic in her body.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the world full of birds singing and flowers fragrant.
After all, she was unable to escape the mark of the demon clan. The hostility and indifference that penetrated deep into her bones never really dissipated.
She was a Shura who climbed out of the abyss. She was blinded by hatred. At the moment when her rationality completely dissipated, a warm hand gently covered the blood-stained back of her hand.
The touch was so familiar that it made her heart tremble.
"The rest doesn't matter," Qiu Nianci's voice penetrated the bloody fog and landed clearly and firmly in Li Yang's ears, "I just want you to be okay..."
The blood mist in front of his eyes quickly faded, and the knife in Li Yang's hand had penetrated Qiu Nianci's chest at some point.
She froze in place, as if she saw the world clearly for the first time.
Intention: With good intentions, love is salvation