God-level Choices Starting from Ao Bing

Because of the harsh cultivation conditions, the second senior brother has only mastered a few transformations, while Sun Wukong can master all seventy-two transformations, so he looks more powerful than the second senior brother. It is said that practicing the thirty-six transformations of Tiangang requires thirty-six kinds of exotic beasts. Although it is a novel and everyone has different ideas, I still can't help but want to say something. Judging from these two words, which one is more powerful, heaven or earth? The sky represents the gods and the earth represents the monsters.

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I think Long Qi can be the first female protagonist. Some people say that the Jade Emperor is too strong, a bit like a political marriage, but the Jade Emperor is not only the Jade Emperor, he is also a father. As a father, he has no problem considering his daughter's future. Moreover, Long Jie also has his own wishes. If the protagonist marries Long Ji, it will also be very beneficial to the Dragon Clan. Some people say that they must look down on the Dragon Clan. But don't forget that Ao Bing is the reincarnation of the Lingzhu and has Nuwa as his backer. Why don't you look down on Long Ji? How could you look down upon it? Third, some people say that Dragon Knight is a ruined flower, but that is the original work. This book was written by the author. He changed the fate of the dragon class and let the protagonist save him. Then there is nothing wrong with developing along this emotional line. Finally, I said to the author that I personally hope that Long Jing will be one of the female protagonists.

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23 years ago, a young woman lived in our village. She was unkempt, giggled when she saw everyone, and urinated in public without hesitation. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit at the woman, and some even come forward and kick her, telling her to "go away." But she refused to leave, still wandering around the village with a silly smile. At that time, my father was 35 years old. He once had his left hand broken by a machine while working in a stone quarry, and because his family was poor, he never had a wife. Grandma saw that the woman was still pretty, so she became interested and decided to take her in as my father's wife. After she "renewed the incense" of my family, she would be kicked out. Although the father was reluctant, looking at the situation at home, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending any money. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma held me in her arms and said with joy, "This crazy woman gave me a baby grandson." She held me in her arms and said happily, "This crazy woman gave me a baby grandson." But as soon as I was born, my grandma took me away and never let my mother get close to me. My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout in front of grandma many times: "Here, give me..." Grandma ignored her. I'm so small, like a chubby baby, what if my mother accidentally drops me to the ground? After all, my mother is a madman. Whenever my mother asked to hug me, grandma would always stare and scold her: "Don't even think about holding the baby, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly hugging him, I will beat you to death. Even if I don't beat you to death, I will drive you away." Grandma said this without any ambiguity. My mother understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts were extremely engorged, I couldn't take half of my mother's milk. It was my grandma who fed me spoonful by spoonful. Grandma said there was "psychosis" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me. At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty. Especially after my mother and I were born, the family often couldn't get rid of the trouble. Grandma decided to drive my mother away because she not only ate "idle food" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time. One day, my grandma cooked a large pot of rice and added a large bowl to my mother. She said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you. After eating this bowl of rice, she will go live with a richer family and she will not be allowed to come here again, huh?" My mother had just put a large ball of rice in her mouth. She was very surprised when she heard the "exclusion order" from her grandma, and the ball of rice froze in her mouth. My mother looked at me in grandma's arms and screamed inarticulately: "No, don't..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face and shouted in a majestic paternalistic manner: "You crazy bitch, what are you calling me? I won't get any good results from you if you continue to call me." You're a wanderer. I've taken you in for two years, what else do you want? Just leave after dinner, do you hear me?" After saying that, grandma took out a hoe from behind the door and knocked it hard on the ground like Yu Taijun's faucet stick, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on the white rice. Under the close gaze, my mother suddenly behaved very strangely. She divided more than half of the rice in the bowl into another empty bowl, and then looked at grandma pitifully. Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother told her that she would only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. It felt as if someone had pinched my heart several times. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was just an act. Grandma turned her head away, holding back her tears. Then she straightened her face and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly. You will starve to death in my house." My mother seemed desperate. She didn't even eat the half bowl of rice. She staggered out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma said hard-heartedly: "Go, go, don't look back. There are so many rich people in the world!" Instead, my mother came closer and stretched her hands into my mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me. Grandma hesitated for a moment, then handed the infant me to my mother. For the first time, my mother held me in her arms and smiled with a smile on her face. Grandma, however, felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and held her hands under my body, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. Mom held me for less than three minutes, and grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door. When I realized what was going on, I realized that except for me, all the other friends had mothers. I asked my father for it and my grandma for it. They said, "Your mother is dead." But my friend told me: "Your mother is a lunatic and was driven away by your grandma." I started arguing with my grandma and asked her to give my mother back. I also called her "Grandma Wolf" and even threw the food she served me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy". I only knew that I missed her very much. What did she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, actually came back. That day, several friends rushed over to report: "Xiaoshu, come and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out, and my father and grandma chased after me. This is the first time I can remember I saw my mother once. She was still in rags, and there were some withered grass in her hair. God knows she lived in that haystack. Night. My mother didn't dare to enter the house, but she sat facing my house on the stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. As I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched among us for her son. Mom finally stared at me, dead The ground stared at me and called me with a cracked mouth: "Small tree... Ball... Ball." She stood up and kept raising the balloon in her hand to please the ground. Put it into my arms. But I kept moving back. I was so disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother I thought about day and night would look like this. Image. A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, do you know what a lunatic looks like now? That's what your mother is like." Of. "Grandma and father took my mother through the door. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so she took the initiative to keep my mother. My boss was not happy because my mother had lost my face. I never looked good on my mother, I never took the initiative to talk to her, and I never called her "mother". The communication between us was mainly based on my yelling, and my mother would never dare to talk back. The family couldn't keep my mother in vain, so my grandma decided to train her to do chores. When working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her. If she didn't obey, she would be beaten. After some time, grandma thought that my mother had been trained by her, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What her mother was cutting was the rice that was being pulped and eared off in someone else's field. Grandma scolded her angrily: "Crazy woman, you can't tell the difference between grain and grass..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a stick and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch. Get away from me..." Although my mother was crazy, she still knew the pain. She jumped and dodged the stick, wailing "No, no..." Incessantly. In the end, they couldn't see it anymore and took the initiative to say, "Forget it, we won't pursue it any more. We'll just have to watch her more strictly from now on..." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice. You are such a pig." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head, which was from my grandma. Grandma stared at me and scolded me: "Little bastard, what are you talking about? If you keep doing this, she is your mother too!" I curled my lips in disdain: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy mother!" "You are getting more and more shameless. See if I don't hit you!" Grandma raised her hand again, and then I saw my mother jumping up from the ground like a spring, lying between me and grandma. She pointed at her head and shouted, "Hit me, hit me." I understand, my mother asked grandma to hit her, not me. Grandma's hand raised in the air dropped down, and she murmured: "This crazy woman knows how much she loves her children!" Not long after I went to school, my father was hired by a professional fish farmer in a neighboring village to guard the fish pond. He could earn 50 yuan a month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly hunting pig grass, and she didn't cause any big troubles. I remember one winter day when I was in the third grade of elementary school, it suddenly started raining, and my grandma asked my mother to give me an umbrella. My mother may have fallen several times along the way, and she was like a mud monkey. She stood by the classroom window and looked at me with a silly smile, and shouted: "Tree... Umbrella..." Some classmates laughed. I was on pins and needles, hating my mother with itching teeth, hating her for being ignorant, hating her for embarrassing me, and even more hating Fan Jiaxi who took the lead in making noises. While he was still imitating exaggeratedly, I grabbed the pencil case in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged it. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we started fighting. I was small and no match for him, and was easily pinned to the ground by him. At this time, a loud roar of "Ouch" was heard outside the classroom, and my mother ran in like a hero, grabbed Fan Jiaxi, and dragged her outside the room. It is said that madmen are very powerful, and it is true. My mother lifted the bully Fan Jiaxi into the air with both hands. He was so frightened that he cried for his father and called his mother, and kicked his chubby calves in the air. His mother ignored him and actually threw him into the pond in front of the school, and then walked away with an indifferent expression. My mother got into a lot of trouble for me, but she acted like nothing was wrong. In front of me, my mother regained her timid demeanor and looked at me flatteringly. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is delirious, maternal love is sober because her son has been bullied by others. I couldn't help but scream at that time

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It is said that when I was born, my father cried hoarsely for a month and a half. He would never believe that I was the child who inherited his chromosomes. Later, in order to prove her innocence, my mother took my father to the hospital for a paternity test. The doctor opened the quilt and cried after just one look. He wiped his nose and said, "Go back, this is not your son, nor anyone else's. Human beings cannot give birth to such handsome children... A little intern nurse came over, immediately found a box of red ink pad, printed my fingerprints, and Her braided hair suddenly spread out, and she murmured to me: I keep my long hair for you. If I don't marry you in this life, I won't cut my long hair. I'll clear the lanterns and ancient Buddhas, and comb my hair in my boudoir... When I was 15 years old, I didn't dare to go to school. The focus interview program team of CCTV came to interview me. The beautiful woman carrying the camera fainted three times, and the little girl in charge of the transcripts wrote Chinese into Italian and Spanish. The United Nations earmarked funds to build me a shelter on the top of Mount Everest in the Himalayas. I enjoyed true purity, the blue sky was so close to me, and God was literally within my reach. Although I was clean, I was still extremely depressed. I stood on the top and shouted loudly: "I'm not handsome!" Suddenly, God's voice came from the sky: "No, you lied..."

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