Gan Jiang worked as a "substitute" for the first time in his life.
All I can say is that it feels great!
There was a mountain master who fought for her all over the world and spent money like water.
Later, there was a demon king who wrote poems and poems for her, and cooked soup for her.
Ever since the news of Gan Jiang being used as a "substitute" spread to the six realms, pigeons carrying brocade letters came one after another.
Luan Xing, who was responsible for guarding the gate, had gained weight visibly to the naked eye.
Zhuoxu's face was as dark as a brush that had just been fished out of the ink: it was smelly and long.
"Am I the best-looking person?"
Mingren didn't tell lies, Gan Jiang nodded heavily: "Qionglai, you are the most beautiful!"
Zhu Xu gritted his teeth and squeezed out his voice: "Quan Qionglai?"
"That's right! The Six Realms are so big, there are always a lot of beauties!"
As the night fell, the mountain master sat pitifully on the top of the Hanzhang Hall.
Gan Jiang slipped into his arms with ease, her soft lips pressed against his chin and said vaguely, "But I can't even look down on beauties from the six realms."
From that day on, there is only one rule if you want to worship in Qionglai Mountain: you must be ugly and the six worlds will be indignant!
Intention: joy and relaxation, cultivating immortal love