A story about a slightly yin-yang-eyed kid who discovers the strange behavior of his childhood sweetheart, and finally discovers that he has space to farm.
A story about watching others farm
Okay, okay, actually, my psychology is quite gloomy. Think about it, in the legend, a Xumi mustard seed seems to be quite simple, but the bigger it is, the more difficult it is to make. For example, in Western stories, there are few space treasures, and there are basically no places where living animals can be placed. There are always some similarities between China and the West. Even among the cultivation legends here, I have never heard of the kind of mustard space where living creatures can grow freely. It must be at least an artifact level. But if they are all gods, what's the point of making such things? For the sake of appetite? ? It's impossible. That kind of artifact can be owned casually unless you are the protagonist. What about someone who is not the so-called protagonist?
I wanted to write about a person who is not a protagonist in the traditional sense (playing cheats and doing whatever he wants and never dying unless it is a tragedy) who gets a mustard space that looks like an artifact.
I didn't want to say that I was trying to sell it off, but after thinking about it, I still thought it would be better to say it.
This article may seem humorous, but it actually has a dark tone. In the end, the two were just ambiguous and did not clarify, which is considered a tragedy. If you feel uncomfortable, you can click X. I just want to reflect on the plethora of space farming articles nowadays. Can a pie from the sky really taste that good?
I want to try playing a song... I did it from last night to today...
What a hassle = =
I really don't want to try to beautify the copywriting or anything like that. . . Not suitable at all for a lazy person like me...╮(╯_╰)╭
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