“Let go of that immortal lord. Let me have a go~” You said we were in love, so don't lie to me! Σ( ° △ °|||)︴ All right, tell me: how many years under the Heavenly Laws would I get for rushing up and forcibly kissing the immortal lord right now? It's urgent, I'm waiting online! The immortal lord demurs, “Oh, this is the end for me!” Hua Mu glares fiercely: “Heh heh~ Hehehe~” (The following details have been harmonized by the System due to circumstances beyond our control _(:зゝ∠)_ Please use your imagination, little angels~ Haha)
Hello, little angels! Welcome to the drunken tales of the aloof immortal lord and the silly, adorable flower spirit in the Heavenly Realm. Sorry, the person above picked up the wrong script~ Here's your guide: discuss the Dao while drunk, admire flowers when sober. Clear-headed and aloof, a warm-hearted gentleman when drunk: a scheming, terminal-stage immortal lord male lead X a veteran drunkard, with her IQ offline and paranoia at its terminal stage: a flower spirit female lead. One-on-one romance, drinking and soaring together. This is a first-person story, not a sweet romance; the sugar is poisoned, and the ending is HE.
New novel: “If You Want to Fight, Take It Outside [Book Transmigration]”
Please add my new novel to your reading list!
The Heavenly Dao played a trick on Sparrow and made her transmigrate into a martial arts novel as the proprietress of an inn.
The inn's daily routine was getting trashed, so she angrily hung up a sign: If you want to fight, take it outside!
Faced with a charlatan bookkeeper, a blind waiter, and a deaf-mute chef, she could only say, “I just want some peace and quiet.”
And what was with the white-clad hero in the back kitchen, washing dishes miserably while claiming to be “the greatest martial artist under heaven”?!
Welcome to the “Greed for Money” System. You must earn five million taels of silver here to complete your task.
“Hah, you lousy System.” Small fortunes come from saving; great fortunes come from earning. Is there any money I, Sparrow, can't make?
#A little white rabbit wanders into a wolf's den? No, no, who eats whom is anyone's guess =v=
Money-grubbing proprietress X white-clad hero who washes dishes every day.
Please add my new novel “Agriculture on the March, Not a Blade of Grass Left” to your reading list _(:зゝ∠)_
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