[Peking Opera Cat + No cp (just knock it off) + Demonic plot + Forum (?) + The fourth natural disaster (?)] The author is purely motivated by love, and the update time and word count are random. Accept suggestions, but change based on the situation, reject personal attacks, welcome to guest appearances, the forum will probably be around the Eye Sect, the fourth natural disaster is around the Buzong, the following is the official introduction
Qingxing is a god, but he is also a model worker. He was obviously deceived into becoming a god. Once there is an honest job like investigating the savior, he will run faster than anyone else. Alas, life is not easy, Qingxing sighed. (′O`)=3
Finally, Qingxing finished approving all the documents submitted by the world consciousness, and even worked for a few hundred more years. When she came to plane 027, where she had fished before, she found herself in front of the saviors! Qingxing: I have a dirty word, I don't know whether to say it or not. Fortunately, with Qingxing's superb acting skills, she successfully got into Xingluoban. But a few days after joining Star Roban, she and Star Roban met another god - Qing He! Qingxing's acting skills exploded again, and she was dragged into the Xingluoban.
Baitang: Sister Qingxing's cooking is delicious! Sister Qinghe's fish balls are delicious! (Qing He: Be good, eat more, I still have some here)
Wu Song: The monster is so strong, but I am so weak. Can't I protect my friends... (Qing Xing: Yes, I did it~)
Xiao Qing: Qing Xing really regards Qing He as a family member. It's great. Alas, I wonder where my mother is now... (Mo Lan:? People are autistic in the clan palace, please don't call)
Da Fei: Everyone is so harmonious, that's great~
Reader comments
Shamelessly give your book a good review.
Although the current number of chapters is a bit small, updates are a bit unstable.
But I really wanted to write this book.
The origin of this book comes from when I was in the fifth or sixth grade and pestered my best friend to recommend the Peking Opera Cat. After my persistent recommendation, she finally agreed to read it. But she became fascinated after watching the first episode. She dragged me to watch it from morning to night, and even asked me to give her the spoilers when she went to bed at night. I am a very qualified person, so I made up a game for her based on what she has seen so far.
The character Qing He was created by her own hands. At the beginning, there was no such detailed description, only personality. I added a divine setting to her, and then created Qing Xing and Qing Tao (originally there was also Qing Mei, but after thinking about it, she became Qing Tao's sub-personality)
Together we imagined the scene of them appearing in Maotu (although I usually narrate, she listens with interest, and makes changes when she encounters unsatisfactory plots)
In this way, we often don't go to bed until 12 o'clock. But I used to go to bed at 9 o'clock, so I often talked until I felt sleepy, and then slowly fell asleep.
Later, during the summer vacation of sixth grade, we began to put these ideas into concrete terms. It was in a cram school (my mother forced me to enroll in it). At that time, she happened to come to my house to play, so I brought an "auditor" to the cram school. She brought an iPad and played under the table, openly and honestly. We were discussing the plot after class and recorded it bit by bit.
Later, when she was taking a nap, she didn't want to sleep, so she went out. Outside, I followed her out and continued to create with her. Later, we said that we would post it online when the Bawang folding came out, but the Bawang folding didn't come out, and we were divided into different classes.
The first chapter, which is about a thousand or two thousand words, may still be on her iPad, or it may have been deleted.
I started writing this book in a notebook. I wrote more and saved about 10,000 words. I used my father's ID number to register the author number and started to publish the content.
And so there is this book.
In fact, the relationship between us gradually became cold, but I didn't care. She was the one who gave me "salvation", and that was enough. She will always be special to me.
I remember once we were chatting about our favorites, and she asked me who I liked, and I said, I like her. She probably just thought I was joking and she didn't care.
I just smiled and let the matter pass.
Youth is always nostalgic, because those memories always occupy a large part, and I always think of those beautiful memories from time to time. Although I occasionally think of the pain of the past, at least I have my own "salvation."
Shamelessly give your book a good review. Although the current number of chapters is a bit small, updates are a bit unstable. But I really wanted to write this book. The origin of this book comes from when I was in the fifth or sixth grade and pestered my best friend to recommend the Peking Opera Cat. After my persistent recommendation, she finally agreed to read it. But she became fascinated after watching the first episode. She dragged me to watch it from morning to night, and even asked me to give her the spoilers when she went to bed at night. I am a very qualified person, so I made up a game for her based on what she has seen so far. The character Qing He was created by her own hands. At the beginning, there was no such detailed description, only personality. I added a divine setting to her, and then created Qing Xing and Qing Tao (originally there was also Qing Mei, but after thinking about it, she became Qing Tao's sub-personality) Together we imagined the scene of them appearing in Maotu (although I usually narrate, she listens with interest, and makes changes when she encounters unsatisfactory plots) In this way, we often don't go to bed until 12 o'clock. But I used to go to bed at 9 o'clock, so I often talked until I felt sleepy, and then slowly fell asleep. Later, during the summer vacation of sixth grade, we began to put these ideas into concrete terms. It was in a cram school (my mother forced me to enroll in it). At that time, she happened to come to my house to play, so I brought an "auditor" to the cram school. She brought an iPad and played under the table, openly and honestly. We were discussing the plot after class and recorded it bit by bit. Later, when she was taking a nap, she didn't want to sleep, so she went out. Outside, I followed her out and continued to create with her. Later, we said that we would post it online when the Bawang folding came out, but the Bawang folding didn't come out, and we were divided into different classes. The first chapter, which is about a thousand or two thousand words, may still be on her iPad, or it may have been deleted. I started writing this book in a notebook. I wrote more and saved about 10,000 words. I used my father's ID number to register the author number and started to publish the content. And so there is this book. In fact, the relationship between us gradually became cold, but I didn't care. She was the one who gave me "salvation", and that was enough. She will always be special to me. I remember once we were chatting about our favorites, and she asked me who I liked, and I said, I like her. She probably just thought I was joking and she didn't care. I just smiled and let the matter pass. Youth is always nostalgic, because those memories always occupy a large part, and I always think of those beautiful memories from time to time. Although I occasionally think of the pain of the past, at least I have my own "salvation."
The author writes so well! ! !