Copywriting 1
Zhao Yi was watching the group of old Taoist priests refining elixirs while two maids were beating his legs. Just as he was about to talk about how happy he was in his little life, his unlucky little grandson barged in the door in embarrassment, walking like a bereaved dog. The little emperor Zhao Lun lay on the ground and cried, saying that the rebels had entered the city gate, blah blah blah, let's run for our lives.
He looked at the elixir that was about to be made in the furnace, and decided to kick the Dog Emperor out of the house and kill his relatives out of justice.
At this time, several little Taoist priests descended from the sky, flashed their swords, pointed at Zhao Yi, and shouted sternly, "Monster!" Don't die quickly.
Zhao Yi moved her feet, dodged the edge of the sword, kicked the old Taoist priests under the sword, and said, you demons and immortals are here, and you are still so rampant, blah blah blah...
After he finished speaking, the little emperor's mother's master, master's uncle's son's master's uncle also came in. When he saw him, he wanted to run away. The man grabbed his collar, and Zhao Yi struggled, with tears in his eyes.
Why is this person so haunted? . .
It's all because I was too naughty back then...
Copywriting 2
Zhao Yi: I heard that my little grandson is your junior
Zhou Qingmu: Yeah
Zhao Yi: Wow! Then what age am I to you?
Zhou Qingmu: grandson
Zhao Yi: Dog leash
Zhou Qingmu:…
Intention: A person cannot live without his face