Transformation of Yin Yang Grass

Damn, this introduction is awesome. It's so boring. I'm a top student. Let's be friends.

The protagonist is originally a woman, so marrying someone is not considered gay. After all, I have only been a boy for fourteen years, and my ideas and personality are still easy to change.

Single, single, single, single, single (I vomited when I watched Lily, and felt like my own daughter was getting married when I watched Married)

Is the author attacking or receiving? Come on, come on, speak freely. Personally, I guess whether the author is a pessimist or a salted fish pessimist.

Just for this introduction, it must be praised! It's the first time I've seen such an awesome introduction.

Author, I know you have seen this comment. To be honest, I was a little angry when I saw the protagonist giving the immortal cultivation technique to Gao Yangyang. He (she) just taught some skills from her master to others? And he always accepted apprentices. Also, when the protagonist was considering whether to accept the general's son as his apprentice, two good friends really kept asking the protagonist to accept him as his apprentice. Why? Friendly kidnapping? I feel that the protagonist needs to be a little domineering, otherwise I feel that the protagonist's immortal cultivation skills are very humble, and he will pass them on to others at every turn. Just pass it on to three fools and a passerby, and pass it on to Gao Yangyang? Are you planning to pass it on to Busty Yun and Zhang Yingying? In the future, you won't just pass it on to one person you meet, right? I really can't stand the kind of plot that uses the protagonist's skills and threatens the protagonist, forcing the protagonist to become a victim.

Author, are there a few chapters missing from your book? Why? Please explain. It seems a bit strange.

No matter what it is about, as long as the protagonist is a woman, I don't want to read a marriage novel. Please let the author know.

Author, I read it decisively because of your introduction.

When my friend saw the author's back, he rushed up quickly, thinking that the author and I were not in the same city. He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and silently put down the bricks in his hands.