Ice and Fire Festival: Exchange My Reincarnation for the Human World

On the day the stone was broken, my name was engraved on the calamity tablet: Baichuan Xuan. It would be a calamity in a hundred days and Qingcheng would be massacred. The left eye is burning, the right eye is delusional, and the mark of the door is burning on the palm. They say it's a gift, I say it's a curse. Until she met Ao Qingqing, the last dragon girl in the East China Sea. Her father was lying in an ice coffin, and the power that could tear the world apart was locked in her body. One of us is the "Jie" being hunted, and the other is the "Key" being enshrined. Sharing a muddy radish in a leaky bureau, competing for a jar of thirty-year-old poisonous wine in a collapsed mine, and saying "die together" back to back in a life-and-death situation where hundreds of ghosts are attending a banquet. Later I realized that this world is a vat with a hole in its mouth. Zhang Tianshi used his sword to make up for three thousand years of lies; the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas used their lives to make up for thirty years of joy and sorrow. And she and I, the two most restless bugs at the bottom of the tank, were chosen to be the last piece of "material" to repair this broken tank. The hundred-day period is approaching, and the gate of all appearances will be opened. I raised my hand with the door seal on it and asked her, the only one beside me who was willing to go with me: "If we were destined to be doomed, would you be afraid?" Her horns reflected the dying light of the sky, and she answered simply: "Afraid. But I'm even more afraid of you going alone."