The moment Fairy Qianwen stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Lin Xiaoxie, all the monitoring systems in the three realms were paralyzed at the same time. She exchanged the blood of the true god for his life, and he said that this kiss was different from the sweet-scented osmanthus falling on the water. She waited thousands of years for someone who could answer the nine-character mantra, and she never tired of kissing him a thousand times.
Lin Xiaoxie's weapon is not magic power, but a dice. It's not luck, it's fate. I don't worship immortals, I only flirt with immortals - I lifted Loki's mask until it got stuck, and the green little turtle above his head lit up: Nordic Aurora Green. My colleagues, his brother, and the big snake he raised all saw it. Thor's hammer created a heart-shaped thunder pit.
The Western pantheon attempts to tamper with the Eastern divine genealogy, turn the Chinese gods into vassals, naturalize Nezha's seventy-two transformations, and rewrite the title of the Dragon King. But they forgot one thing - the backbone of the East is not written on the divine genealogy, but engraved in the bones. Seventy-two changes are not enough, I will realize while fighting. One hundred and eight changes are still not enough, then take a gamble. The names that are owed are paid back one by one, the soul returns to the place where all the souls return to the clan.
"Grandma Su said that the biggest fear in gambling is not losing, but that no one dares to sit across from you. If there is something across from you today, I will sit down."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.