"Immortal Lord, do you think I can sneak into the Immortal Sect with my acting skills?" "Also known as "A country bumpkin bravely enters the world of cultivating immortals and takes an immortal as his backer"
Lin Ye felt that the right path he had taken in his life was that he did not take shelter from the rain on the day he left Novice Village.
Otherwise, how could we meet the "Exiled Immortal" standing in the rain, so beautiful that the wild dogs would forget to bark?
It's just that this "Exiled Immortal" is a bit difficult to serve——
Lin Ye pretended to be good: "Chief Immortal, can I hold an umbrella for you?"
The other person raised his eyebrows: "Don't stain my clothes with your broken umbrella."
Lin Ye was miserable: "Chief Immortal, the little one is starving to death..."
The other party sneered: "Can't you eat the weeds on the roadside?"
Lin Ye acted rogue: "Chief Immortal, take me with you. I can warm the bed - ah no, I can look after the door!"
The other party turned around and walked away: "Get out."
But who knows that this is a true immortal cultivator who can crush monsters with one hand and summon thunder clouds with his backhand? Lin Ye gritted his teeth and used the acting skills he learned from the old beggar to get out of the "hugging the thighs" posture.
He thought it was a comedy about "a country bumpkin bravely enters the world of cultivating immortals and takes an immortal as a supporter", but he didn't expect how many old wounds were hidden under the moon-white robe of the boss, and how many unspeakable pasts were buried deep in those seductive eyes.
Until one day, he saw the boss protecting him from a fatal blow, his white robe stained with blood, and his smile was uglier than crying: "... Your acting skills are too bad, don't pretend next time."
Lin Ye only realized later——
It turns out that some encounters were not accidents from the beginning.
It turns out that the dislike in those quarrels was hidden by a care that even the boss himself didn't notice.
It turned out that this farce had already been secretly stabbed and written by fate. Just waiting for him to laugh and laugh, he was suddenly cut to the point of pain.
"Immortal Lord, you told me earlier..." He squatted on the ground and wiped his face. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or something else. "Although my acting skills are terrible, I can still perform the crying scene."
Purpose: Cultivation of immortality