Ning Yuan: "A philosopher once said that the biggest trouble for people is having a good memory. If you can forget everything, how good would it be?"

Current girlfriend (sneer): "Is this the reason why your ex-girlfriend is everywhere?!?"

If one day your ex-boyfriend who ran away appeared in front of you with amnesia, what would you choose:

A: Break his legs and vent his anger

B: Chop, boat, hold your head and drift away

C: Pretend nothing happened to trick him home and keep him all to yourself

D: Of course choose to forgive him

Tsundere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a three-choice question?

Iceberg ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a multiple-choice question?

Black-hearted current girlfriend: Isn't this a sorting question?

Yandere ex-girlfriend: Isn't this a rhythm master? AAAACAAADADAB...

ps: This book has a magical fantasy background, welcome to enjoy

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

Ruan Hu became a demon. He turned into a beast on the ridge of the palace, staring at the mortals all day long.

On the first day, he watched the emperor listen to the poem in the imperial garden.

On the second day, he watched the emperor watch the dance and listen to the music in the palace.

The emperor changed beauties one after another, and they had fun every night.

His words could decide life and death, and he could take and give.

On the fourth day, Ruan Hu pushed the emperor into the lake.

He became the emperor.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

This story begins in 2013. Mobile internet was booming, and everything familiar was undergoing rapid change. New trends emerged, challenging the traditional values of an ancient nation. It was a year of turmoil and prosperity. Some said it was a time of declining moral principles and a decline in moral values, perhaps the worst of times. Others said it was a year of vibrant energy, simplified government, and clean laws, perhaps the best of times...