[Copywriting 1] This generation of Po Meng has worked hard and conscientiously for nine years and ten months.
When she was about to be promoted, she stumbled. Someone, oh no, a ghost crossed the Naihe Bridge without drinking Meng Po soup under her nose.
After packing her baggage and coming to the human world, she finally found the fish that slipped through the net, but she fed Meng Po soup to the wrong person, oh no, to the wrong god.
"Immortal Lord, if you are too young to see Mount Tai, you really deserve to die..."
"If you die... You can't die again..."
[Copywriting 2] King Qin Guang's secretary has decided on the candidate, and Meng Po looked at the notice from the underworld and felt like crying.
At the same time, the big boss in the next room sent a WeChat message asking her to book two tickets to the country.
Okay, where to be a secretary is not a secretary.
"Xianjun, the tickets are gone, can we teleport directly?"
"Okay, but if I drink your soup, I will lose all my magic. If I teleport... You have to hold me."