诡电脑 作者:奥比椰 A strange tablet computer erased Lü Yang's girlfriend Yi Yi. No one remembered Yi Yi's existence except him. To find his girlfriend, Lü Yang had to go deep into the Mysterious Domain again and again. He faced death many times, searching for the cruel truth behind everything. The familiar Residential Area suddenly became quiet and empty. An Ashes Urn strangely appeared at the Gas Station. There was a mysterious and beautiful Mountain Peak Village. A very scary concert... Where was the Path of Survival? What kind of world was hidden under the Black Mist?

The Sword Sect of Tianyu Mountain had stood isolated from the world for millennia, with none ever descending its slopes—until Junior Sister forged her very own sword. Crafted from adamantine mined deep within the mountains, it was exquisite. Awakened by her heart’s blood, she cherished it dearly. But mere days later, the sword flew straight out of Tianyu Mountain in broad daylight. Furious, Junior Sister could only sneak down the mountain to track it. Her quest proved more troublesome than she’d imagined. Junior Sister: Excuse me, sir, have you seen a sword flying across the sky? Passerby: A flying sword? I’ve only seen pigs running on the ground. Then along came a frail scholar. Handsome and steady, his words always carried warmth. He not only helped her out of her troubles but also believed her tale without question. He told her the mundane world lacked understanding, hence failing to see the purity in her intentions. Junior Sister: But my sword ran off with my heart... Scholar: …… She journeyed the length and breadth of the land with this kind scholar. From innocence to awakening, they became renowned figures of virtue in the martial realm. She befriended a handful of allies and forged a bond with the scholar that was far deeper than ordinary ties. Just as they found solace in each other, she stumbled upon him bare-backed. His spine was breathtakingly elegant—and near the small of his back was etched a line of fine script: The very name she’d inscribed upon her blade. If you’d slumbered for a millennium only to awaken to the forge, hammered into new form by a swordsmith who renamed you without asking, etched nonsense upon you, clung to you day and night, and even awakened you with her heart’s blood— What would you do? Admonitory Sword: What are you waiting for? RUN!!!