Xiaomin has the ability to use the sky as a quilt to cover herself.
Seeing a cultivator's sword crashing into a high-voltage wire while others were busy taking videos of hair ties, he squatted on the curb and wrote a negative review: "The flight path was crooked into an S shape. It is recommended to go back and retake subject two." He was dragged to the cultivation world to select disciples, and the crystal ball used to test the spiritual roots exploded. He touched his chin and muttered: "The quality of this is not as good as my microwave, so the negative review must be arranged."
He was born with thorns, but they were never the kind to sting. Faced with the white-bearded elder's theory of "wonderful bones", he could take out his health code to refute him; when he saw the demonic enchantress holding up the banner of "appearance is justice", he turned on the beauty camera to score points. Others said they were focused on practicing cultivation, but he insisted on meditating while watching Hongjie's mukbang, and he did not forget to post a barrage: "It is recommended to take Jianweixiaoshi tablets."
The most amazing thing is the stubbornness in my bones - I can obviously rely on the ability of "conceptual deconstruction" to make a difference in seconds, but I still want to put a code scanning charm on Qin Shihuang's elixir furnace and add a "no hair loss" patch to the Tiandao system. When Sister Hong's fried chicken activated the square dance virus and the whole universe danced to the disco, he squatted in the code pile and laughed until he fell down: "I have said that rules are just for fun."
From being a social animal to the way of heaven, he has never learned anything serious. He just said "change it if you don't like it" and turned the laws of the universe into a talk show script. After all, for Chen Wan, how could it be more interesting to be a god than to be oneself?
