"Master Si Mingxing, I'm sorry." On the cliff at the end of the Wuwu Sea, the young man in black robe with blazing eyes and evil eyes had red blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth. On the handsome face that showed no emotion, his lips were slightly pursed. When he was ready, he turned around and left. Without saying a word, his clothes were fluttering back and forth, as if he was whispering in his ears, "~~~~Can't regret it." Ling Wushi, the new Immortal wanted to become a god, "The vacancies are full and we are not hiring anymore. It's impossible. I have inside information. There is a shortage of Godhead Chu positions this year. Don't fool me." Mo Yang is the god of destiny in the divine realm and the fairy world. He is responsible for writing about the seven emotions and six desires of the human world. The world is full of flowers, the cherry blossoms are falling, the fate is poor, and the madness and anger are the devils. They are all written gracefully at the tip of his pen. "Immortal Lord, the newly appointed God of Plague has come to our Immortal Mansion again. He has been here ten times. Every day he pesters you to rewrite his fortune book. He copied the immortal position that the Holy Lord bestowed upon him because there was no immortal to take it. This caused him to have bad luck one after another since he took office." The little fairy boy from Mo Yang's family complained nonstop, with a look of dissatisfaction and disgust on his face. "Hey, Mo Yang, we must have a good marriage here at Tianxiang Palace. We are all so familiar, how about you lend me a try?" "Mo Shitou, let me say, what's the matter with you? I just made a small mark on the marriage of Immortal Manjusri. Oh, what about you? Immortal Manjusri Wenya Jingchen is a good match for me. I don't know how to protect the little god. Hey, don't go, Little Shitou. I haven't finished talking yet." Under the iris tree of the Heavenly Prime Minister's Mansion, a male god, the Supreme Lord, was writing in a daze, while the floating iris flowers were swaying on the desk.
Intention: People always think that they are on the outside, but in fact~~~`