Dressed as Jackie Chan and the Proud Male Protagonist's Sister

[No CP unique beauty + ultimate protection of short-term group pets + hilarious eating melons and lying down + all members being dissatisfied + dimensionality reduction and brainless coolness] "Others spend their lives cultivating immortality, but I waste my life cultivating immortality." Lin Wan went through the book and became the cannon-fodder sister in the million-word male cultivator masterpiece, who had her spiritual veins interrupted and went offline at the beginning in order to steal medicine for the male protagonist. Good news: The biggest cheat in the book is her brother. Even better news: Her brother Lin Aotian is the reborn Supreme Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm! Seeing the brother Long Aotian in front of him who was about to slay the stars with his sword, suppress all realms, and at the same time bring out all his best relatives, Lin Wan decisively bound to the [Forced Invincibility System] and announced on the spot: I will never work hard in this life, just be a pendant with peace of mind! As a result, the style of painting in the entire world of cultivation has changed: In the sect competition, the whole sect was involved in the crazy 007 style, and Lin Aotian broke through all the magic with one sword and stood proudly among the heroes. Lin Wan? She was sitting in the stands at the highest peak, eating the best spiritual fruit peeled by her brother, and calling 666 to her brother. In the ancient secret realm, the geniuses of Zhongzhou fought for a magical medicine, and blood flowed like a river. Lin Wan? She was riding the ancient Chaos Kirin she had just conquered, and was passing by while eating melon seeds. She took the deadly formation set by the villain and filled it with milk tea. Faced with the betrayal of the Four Immortal Kings in the previous life and the Supreme Emperor who had laid a dragnet, the great masters of all realms trembled, thinking that the Three Realms would usher in a catastrophe. But I saw the ruthless killing god who made the world tremble with fear. He put away his long sword in the center of the bloody battlefield, used a body purification technique to clean up all the bloody smell, turned around and coaxed humbly: "Wan'er, can the meat of the Nine Nether Demonic Dragon be roasted to medium rare?"