She was originally a fairy grass in the fairy world, but was thrown into the ghost world by the Emperor of Heaven. Finally, she was killed by an adulterer and fell into the tunnel of reincarnation.
Reincarnated, she faces a strange world and what to do with the tribulations brought about by fate.
Unknown dangers, unknown world, she firmly believes that as long as there is force, there is power, and she believes that the truth comes from the fist.
She enjoys the favor of her relatives and obediently plays the role of their little treasure, just for the hard-earned warmth in this life.
When her loved ones are hurt, she transforms into a Shura and wants everyone in the world to be buried with her. She can also kill everyone in the world without sparing anyone. This is her determination to protect her loved ones.
He is a ray of warmth in her heart, and she has been guarding him for thousands of years just for the throbbing of her heart.
Fragment 1;
Ziyoulan was sitting against the tree, the sunlight falling on her face through the cracks in the leaves, and the dazzling light made her eyes slightly narrow.
Zi Youlan picked off a leaf and pinched the leaf with two fingers. The leaf rotated left and right with her movements.
Zi Youlan looked at the scenery on the other side of the wall, with the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"There's nothing different. They're all the same people and the same scenery. Why does everyone want to go next door?"
Zi Youlan looked up at the sky, "This kind of life is the most comfortable. The world of fighting and killing is really not suitable for me. Well, I am indeed suitable to be a rice insect, a qualified rice insect."
A chuckle interrupted Zi Youlan's thoughts. Zi Youlan looked at the other side of the wall, tilting her head and wondering why I didn't notice anyone on the other side. Could it be that my spiritual power has deteriorated? It seems that the leisurely days make people lower their vigilance unconsciously.
"Who are you?" Zi Youlan blinked her big eyes and looked innocently at the man in white standing on the tree.
The man looked at the innocence in Zi Youlan's eyes, his eyes twinkled slightly, he looked like a simple and lovely woman.
The man looked at Ziyoulan deeply, as if he had engraved Ziyoulan into his heart.
The man smiled gently at Ziyoulan, "We will meet again."
Separated by a wall
separated two worlds
But the yoke of fate holds them,
Even if a century passes,
There will be a day when we meet
