"Tsk, tsk," Qi Funi's voice came through the microphone, as harsh as metal, "Wei Leqian's vision... Saving money for this is also an art." She stepped on her diamond-buckle high heels, clicking, clicking, crushing Lin Xiaomei's nerves step by step. "Tell me, what are you comparing yourself to me?" Kou Dan tapped Lin Xiaomei's heart with his fingertips, a cold light flashing, "With the few canteen-scented change in your pocket? Or with your 'fresh and refined' street vendor clothes?" Lin Xiaomei tightened the canvas bag strap with her knuckles, which turned green and white. "You have a lot! You have a car, a house... Maybe everything! Your parents will give it to you! As soon as you were born," she took a deep breath, her eyes burning, "right in Rome!" The studio became strangely quiet. "Your parents can't give you something, so you just come here to grab other people's things?!" She sneered briefly, raising her voice to try to suppress it, "Robbing? Lin Xiaomei, ask yourself! Is it necessary to grab it?" She raised her arms dramatically, "Does he still love you? He said the sweet words in person. Did he say it to me again when he turned his back? Huh?" "Qi Funi," Lin Xiaomei spoke, her voice strangely calm, like a taut string, "I think" she paused, speaking clearly and forcefully, "you are so pitiful." "What?!" Qi Funi asked sharply. "Even if your family has a house of 3,000 square meters," Lin Xiaomei's eyes penetrated the material surface, and she was terrifyingly calm, "My family only has a small house of 30 square meters..." The audience was dead silent. The girl with glasses in the front row covered her mouth, her eyes full of pain. Lin Xiaomei's voice was low and penetrated the din: "Even if you have a three-million-dollar watch..." She slightly raised her bare wrist, which only had a washed-white and old hair tie, and her eyes passed over the cold light of the million-dollar watch, pure and stubborn, "I only have a digital watch worth thirty yuan..." She glanced at Qi Funi and the entire audience. "But let me ask you," the voice suddenly rose, like a tempered sword, cutting through the glitz, "Are our time the same?! Putting aside the false high and low, this minute and this second of our lives, is it the same?!"
The Major of Zhenguosi, the Young Celestial Master, and the Human Emperor's Seal Spirit - layers of vests were peeled off, and the whole network knelt down and shouted, "Master Shen tells fortunes, and you will die if you do it!" The greater the power, the heavier the price may be: to change the life of a brother, he loses his sense of smell; to extend the life of a beauty, he loses vision; to stabilize the fortune of mountains and rivers, he may be forgotten by the world... Shen Beiyuan closed the mysterious fortune book—— "I do justice for heaven, and I do justice for myself; if heaven deceives me, I will change this world!" That apocalyptic novel "Don't Call Me Daji" is also very good, ah ah, high energy
It turns out that the title of the book was originally this: Foot Soaking Immortal Sect, the Taoist Priest calls you to come and soak your feet. The male protagonist is bullied in the city. By chance, he receives a foot soaking basin from the Taoist Priest. He does not rely on practice and only relies on foot soaking. He is promoted from Qi training to Nascent Soul. Still updating one episode every day.