Little cabbages turn yellow in the fields, and my own father always wants to kill me;
Little cabbages turn yellow in the fields, and my lover runs off with someone else.
This is the story of a tragic second-generation immortal: poor, powerless, unpopular, and born with a good-for-nothing constitution rarely seen in a thousand years.
In an on-site interview with our station's reporter, various anonymous passersby all said: This young man's face and figure are excellent, and he has a bright future in the profession of being a male darling. We hope he will pursue further studies.
Qi An: "Heh."
If the mountain won't come to me, I'll carve a path through it;
If Heaven won't let me live, I'll become a god myself!
A transmigrated uke X a true male god seme. With the guiding principle, "Become a person before becoming a god, and don't give up on love," this is a cultivation-and-leveling story about gradual growth, boldly grinding through monsters, and becoming a god with style.
A long, satisfying story with a relatively slow start. Background-setting information will be posted when the story begins, to avoid confusion.
I'll come back and fill in this completed quick transmigration story later. Please take me in
