Demon Lord Kong Ci Lu

There are all kinds of emotions in the world, and here comes the confusion of lovesickness. When will the bright moon shine? The sea, clouds and mist will blow on the high branches. The carefree mortal body is tied to the heart, don't laugh at the lack of recognition of spring when you first come. Dawn is afraid of the cold and comes autumn, and the cloud dragon bends down to protect the frosty plum blossoms. The swords facing each other are bosom friends, and the Taoist mind has not remembered the past for thousands of years. Immortals and demons were created by heaven and earth, so why do they suffer so much? Let's be honest, this is not a fun read. I write very slowly, and the protagonist is not a natural genius. He is just an ordinary person, he doesn't have any golden fingers, and he doesn't even have a decent sword at the beginning. Most of the book is spent describing how he was bruised and swollen by reality, how he rolled in the mud, and how he carried himself forward step by step. There is no emotional line in the book, but there is a confidant line. If you want to watch pure romance, this might not be to your liking. But if you want to see how a person lives his or her own life, then you can sit there for a while. To put it bluntly, this book does not serve any label, nor does it want to cater to anyone. This is a story that I have been holding in my heart for many years. It is about growth and the thought of immortality. It is the way I talk to the world. If you are willing to calm down and take a look, I thank you. It's normal if you can't stand it. I hope you find a book that is more suitable to your taste. My idea is simple: I write mine and you read yours. If we are destined, let's chat more; if we are not destined, there is no need to force it.