The Immortal Lord Is Back. If You Don't Go to School, You Will Be Late!

I met a 30-year-old young woman on the Internet. We have been chatting very well for more than half a year. Today she asked to meet. I hesitated. I said you have a family and it didn't feel good, but she said it was okay and we were just ordinary friends. So I agreed, and she asked for a photo. She looked pretty. She was not far from my city. We made an appointment to meet at a milk tea shop. We didn't choose to meet somewhere else for fear of meeting acquaintances. I arrived first that day because she had to drive for several hours. When I looked at the photos while waiting, I thought it was another "car rollover scene." Most mobile phones have beauty functions, but when she got out of that Mercedes-Benz, I recognized her at a glance. She is much prettier than in the photo, and she is my favorite type. She also recognized me. She didn't know what to say. In order to break the awkwardness, she suggested hugging her. I said yes. She smelled very good. I jumped and sat in the milk tea shop for a while. We went to eat. She basically didn't eat much. The whole experience was Cheng was peeling shrimps and picking fish bones for me. When we walked out of the restaurant after dinner, she held my hand and I didn't break away. She said she would take me home. I said I would take a taxi back, but she insisted on taking me back. When I got home, I found that she had put a note in her bag, which said: Update ten chapters to unlock subsequent content.

When my eyes got tired of chasing words, I closed the book and put it on my knees. I raised my face and listened to the sound of waves, rain, wind and wind. When the magnolia bloomed twenty-seven bright whites in front of the garden, I was pruning away the faded old branches with silver scissors. The wind swept through the corridor and rolled up the letter paper all over the floor, and the ink marks on the yellowed pages of the "Golden List" had turned into haze. Among the young people who drank green plum wine together, some had fresh snow on their temples, and some had frost on their brows. The ginkgo trees outside the crimson palace wall are becoming more and more vigorous, and the veins of the golden leaves are filled with the moonlight of the ages. Watch the newly crowned No. 1 Scholar parade through the streets, his red robe overlapped with the scarlet robe of his father ten years ago. The sound of gongs in the spring startling the same flock of gray pigeons, fluttering across the everlasting sun on the glazed tiles. And brew the aged plums into amber light, paying homage to the changing faces in the pavilions. May the hearts of young people always be moved by fallen flowers, may the clothes of travelers who travel far away always be dyed with the fragrance of grass and trees, may the dust between our brows eventually turn into stars that illuminate the path - you see, the thousand-year-old trees are drawing out new green, and the light of reincarnation growth is hidden in each annual ring.

Thousands of piles of snow from Kunlun are still pressed under my sleeves Fingerprints grow moss lines on Qingshi Alley While the moonlight is not rusty, quench the centuries-old frost into silver threads The sword spike from the previous life hangs on the tower Every tassel hanging down is the roar of a dragon And under the carved window you pushed open I buried three hundred plums In the coming year, the sourness will climb onto the glazed tiles to say goodbye Warm a pot of pine needle wine with Nascent Soul Watering the withered clivia The sound of the tide in the East China Sea is used to make a heart mirror The town is located on the ninth eaves corner of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Spying on the evil spirits from all directions every night Take off the thunder-patterned robe during the tribulation In exchange for a little cinnabar on the country map If you don't worship the Three Pure Ones, you won't be able to forge a ruthless sword. Only the last cluster of real fire in the palm of my hand Burning into the smoke of thousands of homes, ironing out the wrinkles of my hometown every night And tear down the ribs and build a bridge to connect the lost river. An inscription on flood control in the previous dynasty emerges from the palm prints And you said you wanted to build a wine cellar out of stars I shaped my birth chart into a pottery urn Wait for the sweet-scented osmanthus to knock on the door thirty years later All the embers of the thunderstorm are condensed into ingots Activate the city protection formation when painting your eyebrows The crane shadow is measuring the mountains and rivers with the tip of its beak Bringing the newly ripe national fortune to the tomb The inscription oozes the honey-soaked begonias of previous lives. The secret behind the two clay dolls in the shrine facing each other It turns out they share the same fairy bone One end is connected to the cinnabar mole on the Sheji map The iron horse glacier tied to the eaves of an old roof at one end If you think it doesn't look good, just turn it off. Don't scold my child. He's only five months old [almost crying]

After reading it for a day, the wonderful content attracted me, so I give the author a thumbs up 👍! I saw the update and couldn't help but watch it. Now I can't stop. What should I do when I go to work tomorrow morning?

Personally, I feel that this book is okay. I can say that it is a classic. The immortal returned to Earth to make up for all the regrets in the previous life. The early stage is about going to school, practicing and developing feelings for the heroine. There are relatively few in the early stage of the system. I don't know if this will be changed. If it is written normally, it should be a single heroine, because the introduction says about pure love. Great work for the author, although it is a classic theme, but it is not so pretentious as to be slapped in the face, just a little bit will be fine. If you say too much, you will easily become disgusted.

It's okay, it's pretty good toilet paper, and the author is quite interesting [thoughts]

Very beautiful, highly recommended

I don't know what's good about it, but I just think it looks good [laughing evilly] [laughing evilly]

The immortal respects his life and returns to school to compete for the top spot.

Ok ok ok

Not bad, I finished reading it today!

Author, how did you know that there were strong winds and floods in Japan? [What] really happened?

Good luck in 666. Continue to work hard to distribute food.

Except for being a little short, everything else is top quality

I find this type of rebirth fantasy novel quite interesting.

Very good [like] [like] [like], but the number of words is a bit short, I hope the author will work harder [pitch] [pig]

Nong Nong Momo Slaying the Dragon

Very beautiful, worth recommending

This is a girl's novel, right? I'd better give it three stars, this kind of novel is not my cup of tea.

Not too bad

Interesting and substantial content

Good looking. Cheers, author.

Not bad, worth watching

Very beautiful, very beautiful

Good-looking (heroes never talk much)

I don't read much, but it's good to read anyway

Very beautiful, worth recommending

Hurry up, write well

It's good to be interested for now

Personal impression very good