Cannon Fodder Little Peacock and Tool Man Master

- Fake reading, true awakening, gentle daddy vs rebellious little sun. 1. The apprentice wears a book and turns out to be a little loser who is a peacock. System: [Host is welcome to experience the journey through the book, please choose the main plot, a. Defeat the master, b. Stop——] Disciple: aaa! System: [Recognition failed, please choose again, a. Attack——] Disciple: aaa! System: [Recognition failed, please try again——] Disciple: aaa! System: [Congratulations on activating the main plot: preventing the male protagonist from turning dark and saving the world of cultivation! Disciple:? 2. The apprentice did not listen to the system calmly and followed the plot, because ——Two pounds of peacock, two pounds of bones. The system raised its hand and threatened: [Okay, then wait until the male protagonist is destroyed. After everyone finishes playing together, start the second round. If the second round is not enough, go to the third round, and so on, see who can outlast whom! Disciple: "Are you serious about this?" The system raised half of its eyelids and squinted at the person: [Are you shaken? Your backbone is really worthless——] The apprentice ran away in a flash: "Master, I'm here!" System:? 3. At the moment when the Master, a tool of a male video writer, awakens, he realizes that the little apprentice he raised by himself is the cannon fodder of this book. He is like a puppet on the strings on the eve of the plot. He is deprived of his will and walks into the preset plot like a walking zombie. He is tricked into dying step by step and reaches the predetermined ending. ——Death of body and soul. When he broke away from the confinement of the story and rushed to the plot point, he witnessed his apprentice falling from the ninth level of the sky. When he fell, he was devoured by the male protagonist, the "child of destiny" in the book. However, the way of heaven is ruthless and the punishment from heaven is constant, and he vows to kill this remnant soul. From beginning to end, no one asked the little peacock if he was willing, so why should they accept the so-called fate written in black and white? Little peacock, don't be afraid. Master is here to take you home. - ————————————— Click on the author's column to get more articles about masters and apprentices Pre-collection of "What's wrong with hating Master!" Master and apprentice are getting stronger with each passing year Ten years ago, the apprentice was framed and narrowly escaped death. When his life was hanging by a thread, he still dragged his broken body and rushed back to the master's door, just to ensure that his master was safe. That night of heavy rain. Across the door, the apprentice accidentally overheard the conversation between the master and others. Leng Ruobingshuang confirmed the accusation: "The evil disciple is stubborn by nature and deserves to die." He laughed to himself, turned around and walked into the pouring rain. It has been ten years since the master and apprentice reunited. The apprentice had developed a unique skill and went back to settle old accounts one by one. Standing in a pile of corpses, slowly wiping his hands, he happened to meet the master who had been in seclusion for many years. The man was as cold as ever, dressed in snow clothes, high up, as if he was standing in the clouds, and his pure white brocade boots felt stained even if they were stained by even a speck of dust. He hid in a dark corner and put down the hidden weapon in his hand. How should this person's account be settled? Compared to taking a life. It seems that it would be more interesting to drag the glorious flower of the high mountains down from the altar and fall into the dust with him, trapped in filth and filth, struggling in the tug-of-war between worldly desires and identity. The apprentice put on his vest and returned to the master's door. Master, your evil disciple is coming back to repay you. - In the dim cave, the master was put in exquisite shackles. The apprentice took off his disguise, smiled charmingly, raised his hand and grabbed the master's chin, and forcefully stuffed an albizia pill into his mouth. The sharp edge of the dagger turned into soft fingers, caressing the master's eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and finally stopped at the most vulnerable and fatal throat. The disciple's brows were wilted and his eyes were a little innocent, half complaining and half teasing: "Disciple has been thinking about Master these years. He often eats without taste and cannot sleep at night. I wonder if you miss me?" Intention: God does not fulfill people's wishes, and people do not follow God's will.