My Talent Is Overflowing, What Happened to the Waste?

[Sand fantasy + time travel + strong female + heroine + no CP + group portrait + abstract + plot flow] There is good news and bad news before Internet writer Gong Ci. Good news: He didn't die in the car accident, he's still alive Bad news: Wearing a fucking corner of the little broken sect's peerless love brain master The scumbag deceives the heart and deceives the baby, the master of love brain: give it away! Green tea cheats spiritual roots, the master of love brain: give it away! Send, send, send! Gong Ci was very busy when he first traveled through time. While working hard to practice Ka Tiandao and upgrade the bugs, I also have to find time to clean up the scumbag men and bitches, contract with two mean-mouthed spiritual beasts, and teach a bunch of garbage disciples how to behave. I thought that the little broken sect would be relieved after leaving the corner of the corner, but who knew that it had just left the wolf's den and entered the fire pit again? The spirit animal of Alzheimer's disease: palace, palace. . (Gong Ci: My name is Gong Ci, you can call me Lao Gong.) Green Tea: Hey, hey, it's all Rou'er's fault. Stop arguing about Rou'er. (Gong Ci: Big face and baby breasts.) Scumbag: Don't be afraid, Rou'er, senior brother will give you the full scoop! (Gong Ci: You are ugly, but you think you are quite beautiful! Do you want to know the bottom? You can't even hold a sling!) Unfriendly swordsman brother: Can you tell me where my sword is best? (Gong Ci: Senior Brother Lu, what a great sword! What a great silver sword!) Sword cultivator disciples of Luoyun Sect: Young Ye is awesome! (Gong Ci: Yes, I am Nen Ye!) The weapon refiners of Luoyun Sect: That bitch Dark Die is here to kill the mission list again! (Gong Ci: Yes, I am Nendie) Master Gong wears countless vests. He is either practicing or pretending to be bad. If he is not pretending to be bad, he is being a bitch. He is like a fish in water in the world of immortal cultivation and is invincible! The old palace goes to war! Not a blade of grass grows!