Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

“What are you so scared for! Aren’t you a ghost yourself!”

One person. Just one.

Really.

Just one person was enough!

Hua Cheng smiled, too. “If you’re so concerned with who’s dead, I suggest you go kill yourself.”

“EVERYTHING I HAVE TODAY, I FOUGHT FOR MYSELF. I WILL FIGHT FOR WHAT I DON’T HAVE. I WILL CHANGE FATE I DON’T POSSESS. MY FATE IS UP TO ME AND NOT THE HEAVENS!”

Seeing this, it was like there was a thread of hope, and Shi Qingxuan let out a breath of relief, tears finally rolling down. But before he could speak, he heard He Xuan’s cruel voice.
“You’ve called the wrong person.”

It was a long time before he mumbled, “...I want to die.”
He Xuan said coldly, “Dream on.”

It was true that he did labour tirelessly all night. He made coffins for four, but three of them were now useless.

Xie Lian shook his head. “San Lang, don’t…don’t tell anyone that I taught you how to write.”
“Gege, I tried my best,” Hua cheng pouted.
The way he spoke really sounded

Although preposterous, the scene was beyond breathtaking.

in truth, every time, there was a hidden desire he couldn’t hold back.