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Heresy and Disaster
Fantasy异端与灾厄
She Yu
A man who lived a happy and ordinary life was killed by a sudden man-made disaster. A large truck knocked him and his car away. Lying in a pool of blood and still conscious, he felt dizzy for a while and then lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was greeted by an unknown body and a monster with teeth and claws in front of him. Everything has become strange, but he must live in such a world!
A man who lived a happy and ordinary life was killed by a sudden man-made disaster. A large truck knocked him and his car away. Lying in a pool of blood and still conscious, he felt dizzy for a while and then lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was greeted by an unknown body and a monster with teeth and claws in front of him. Everything has become strange, but he must live in such a world!

Flourishes and Chaos
Ancient Romance繁花浮生乱
She Yu
Her whole life will be filled with heart-burning love. Into that youthful flame of flowers, But it burned into cold white ashes, With the flames of war in troubled times and the strangeness of the palace, Gently dispersed in the long ruthless cold wind, Falling into the mud, Turned into lowly and humble dust... The body is destroyed, The heart is dead. Picture album of floating life, Beijing is like a dream, Life is like a luxuriant leaf, sparse rain and cherish the cold, The dust is scattered, the spring is desolate and the west is cold, The willows in the palace are locked alone, and all the flowers are gone. The drunken soul is frightened, dreaming and worried. The wind is blowing, and the jackdaws are stained with smoke and leaning against the light building.
Her whole life will be filled with heart-burning love. Into that youthful flame of flowers, But it burned into cold white ashes, With the flames of war in troubled times and the strangeness of the palace, Gently dispersed in the long ruthless cold wind, Falling into the mud, Turned into lowly and humble dust... The body is destroyed, The heart is dead. Picture album of floating life, Beijing is like a dream, Life is like a luxuriant leaf, sparse rain and cherish the cold, The dust is scattered, the spring is desolate and the west is cold, The willows in the palace are locked alone, and all the flowers are gone. The drunken soul is frightened, dreaming and worried. The wind is blowing, and the jackdaws are stained with smoke and leaning against the light building.