When Shen Cimu woke up, she entered a novel about Long Aotian's cultivation of immortality that she had read in high school.
What made his heart skip a beat was that the cannon fodder he dressed as was not only exactly the same as his real name, but also looked exactly like him.
The original owner in the book had an overly eye-catching appearance and an arrogant and domineering temperament. Not long after he stepped into the fairy gate, he was targeted, and finally ended up being used as a furnace for mending and died miserably.
Knowing the plot, Shen Cimu's first reaction was to hug the biggest character in the book - Gu Shuheng.
But the reality was completely different from what he expected. Gu Shuheng treated him coldly and often scolded him for his frivolous behavior and improper style.
Just when he was about to live peacefully, the secret realm suddenly opened, and an unexpected turn of events completely disrupted the relationship between him and Gu Shuheng.
In the fantasy world is the hustle and bustle of the world.
In the fantasy world, Shen Cimu transformed into a famous courtesan, while Gu Shuheng became a newly crowned champion.
Regardless of the stern objections from his clan elders and the rumors in the city, he insisted on marrying the courtesan who was born in a wealthy family.
On the day of the wedding ceremony, the entire city was involved in this grand event.
The long street goes from the city gate to the Zhuangyuan Mansion. The red damask stretches for ten miles. Bright red bouquets are layered all over the street. Red wedding lanterns are hung along the eaves and corners of the street. Fallen flowers are blown by the wind, making everything bright.
The hot aftertaste of the illusion lingered for a long time. Shen Cimu asked in a deep voice towards the dark ancient book suspended in the sea of consciousness: "You told me before that with Gu Shuheng's character and cultivation, he would never be distracted by a mere illusion. What does this mean now?"
Mo Shu secretly felt guilty, muttering in his heart that this junior's character had not yet been polished, so he could only use words to appease him.
But the days flew by and it was January. Shen Cimu pushed himself up and sat up, his waist and spine aching. When he looked into the sea of consciousness with a gloomy face, the black book had already been filled with guilt and closed off the five senses. It was frozen in the depths of the sea of consciousness and pretending to be mute.
1. Women's clothing in fantasyland
2. Thousands of people love you
Intention: I'll write it after I think about it
