When he woke up, Meng Jin found that he had traveled through time and was bound to the sales system.
As a dedicated worker who can only sit at her workstation silently and draw pictures like a donkey, Meng Jin said that it would be better for her to draw pictures than to sell goods.
But when she saw clearly that her birth point was in a dark dungeon, Meng Jin accepted her fate.
She looked at the seriously injured and semi-conscious handsome man in the corner, and smiled, "Handsome, would you like to buy a magic weapon? If you do, you can survive."
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It is rumored that Fuyu, the great disciple of the Sword Sect, is devoted to Taoism, is aloof and celestial, and is born to practice ruthless swordsmanship.
Who would have thought that when this cold immortal king was choosing his path, he resolutely gave up the ruthless sword he had practiced for many years, and instead ran towards the delicate pink clothes not far away.
In the luxurious wing, Fuyu knelt on Meng Jin's knees and asked in a muffled voice: "Are you so passionate about everyone?"
She furrowed her eyebrows tightly, with crystal tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, and her red eyes seemed to be silently accusing.
While replying to the client's message, Meng Jin stretched out his hand to smooth his aggrieved hair, "There's nothing I can do about it. The nature of the work is like this. Just be patient and you'll be fine after this period."
Purpose: Avenue of Equality