[Cultivation of Immortals➕Strange Stories about Rules] [The heroine has no cp] [Group Portraits]
Warm reminder: This article is also known as "The Weird Story of the Rules of Immortal Cultivation: No one told me it was so weird and miserable". It has few horror elements, so please feel free to consume it.
Text: My name is Siming, the famous crispy senior sister of Powu Sect. After discovering that the rules of the secret realm were contaminated, I was named by the Immortal Alliance and given a high-risk job: leading a team to investigate the [severely polluted rules] secret realm.
My teammates don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. While other teams narrowly escape death in the secret realm, our Po Mist Sect's style of painting is:
Shen Luo, a human-shaped iceberg, cherishes words like gold (face carved in ice): "Hurry up."
Zhu Jinghong, the only conspicuous person in the team, is responsible for using his face to attack monsters and using his life to make a living (acting handsomely): "Did I just do that... Hey! Shen Luo, who do you think is not human?!"
Wen Renheng, a smiling fox, likes to feed Jimo. Wen Xin (shaking a fan and laughing): "You two, go out and make a quarrel. Wen Xin, where does your 'new sister' say we should go next?"
Jimo Wenxin looks cute and sweet, but in fact he always likes to recruit enemy units. (Smiling innocently): "Sister Weird, help us lead the way~"
We just completed the task conscientiously, but the legend of our team began to spread in the world of immortal cultivation: "Those guys from the Po Mist Sect! They not only fight against weirdos, but they also specialize in poking at weirdos' hearts!"
Until we looked up and saw the new [Origin of the Trick Door] that appeared in the secret realm.
Me (coughing): ... It's alive again.
Teammates (tacitly picking up the guy): Let's go and see who is the unlucky guy this time.
We all know that this time, we should give this wrong world——
The final chapter has been written.
