(Crazy stockpiling of manuscripts... It will be published this year (2026))
[The male protagonist of the three no-types × the female protagonist of the weed type]
He Biancao's mother is a famous old lunatic from all over the country.
This old guy was happy all day long and had nothing to do. She lived under the curse of others for many years, so she had no choice but to die.
People on the street said that He Biancao would grow up to be this kind of old lunatic in the future, and He Biancao felt that he too had this kind of madness.
Otherwise, if she lives in a temple and steals tributes and eats from the gods every day, why haven't she found someone to beat her? It must be because gods don't care about madmen.
He Biancao has lived in this ruined temple since he was a child, stealing the tributes from this god and shamelessly finding a legitimate reason to call him the "ancestor" of his family.
There was a rag under the altar table. He Biancao originally wanted to take it out to mend the soles of his shoes, but he didn't expect that the tattered altar table was so vulnerable. It fell apart as soon as it was moved, and the statues on it were also smashed to pieces.
It's over now.
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According to legend, this temple is dedicated to a god who has no words and no heart. He was imprisoned in this lonely temple because he made a huge mistake. He does neither good nor evil, nor brings blessing or disaster. The incense in the temple has long since faded. Few people love Him anymore, and almost no one remembers Him.
The world is a world of sentient beings, but to Him, it is just smoke and mirrors.
Until that day, the statue finally broke.
[Reading instructions]
1. The protagonist is not really a fool, but the heroine is really a beggar, and there is no special family background.
2. The world view and other settings are all made up by the author.
3. Double cleansing.
Intention: If you don't see the grass by the river, it dies in winter and fills the road in spring.
