He, Zhao Xiaoqi, is suave, humorous, and has a bachelor's degree.
An absolutely sunny and decent man in the 21st century
I didn't expect that even a swim in the swimming pool could cost me my life.
As the saying goes, a man must die a worthy death.
Although he had many unfulfilled ambitions during his lifetime, at this moment he could only ask God to grant his last wish - please don't let him die in such a shameful way.
"Zhao Xiaoqi? Zhao Xiaoqi!" I vaguely heard someone above me calling me.
"The Queen Mother is celebrating her birthday today. You are lucky to have been chosen to return to the world. If you don't return to humanity quickly, your physical body will be destroyed if it's too late!"
Fortunately, God has eyes and saw that Zhao Xiaoqi did many good things during his lifetime. As a result, a puff of green smoke immediately followed the giant hand into a dark tunnel.
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"You are lucky, you are catching up with the rare opportunity of releasing ghosts back to the sun in a hundred years." The ferocious-looking ghost soldier clicked his tongue while lowering his head and continued to look at the list of pardoned people. "Eh! Wait? Why is there Zhao Xiaoqi in the amnesty to return to the sun?!... Then where did I put the soul just now?"