The system assigned me the most difficult reader boss, who insisted that every story must be HE. In order to satisfy him, I stayed up late and frantically changed the sadistic script, turning the tragedy into a family joy. After staying up all night for seven consecutive days, I finally died suddenly and transformed into the white moonlight with the worst death state in torture novels. As soon as I opened my eyes, my spiritual roots were dug out and my cultivation was destroyed. The Demon Lord sneered: "This is the price you pay for deceiving me." In the severe pain, I heard a familiar mechanical voice: [Warning! Readers' mood swings detected: excitement value 100%! ] A young man's clear and smiling voice suddenly came from behind: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you HE."
