I Am Writing a Diary in Jiejiao, and the Saint Begged Me Not to Stop Updating It.

Lu Chuan traveled through the wilderness and became a jiaotong boy. Knowing that the sect would be destroyed in the Great Catastrophe of Conferring Gods, he decided to keep a low profile, write a diary every day, and run away after saving enough money. "Today is another uneventful day. That Tiehanhan guy from Tongtian must not know that Long-eared Dingguang Immortal is the 25th son." "Hey, poor Senior Sister Yunxiao will be forced to eat dirt under Qilin Cliff from now on." "The old Yinbi from Chanjiao will only bully the small ones with their big ones." Lu Chuan wrote enthusiastically, but he didn't know that there was a copy of his diary in the hands of the Tongtian Cult Master! Tongtian looked at the diary, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Am I Tiehanhan? Changer is a traitor?" As a result, the style of Fengshen painting changed suddenly. Tongtian: "Chang'er, go and drink this pot of black dog's blood, and I will give you my blessing." Yuanshi: "That's not what the script is like! Tongtian, why don't you play according to the routine?" Lu Chuan: "... Why do you feel that Jie Jiao is getting stronger and stronger? Then can I still run away?"