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The background of this article is the world of Journey to the West after becoming a god. It is a fictional world created by the author... Without any basis...
Among them:
Long Live the Fox King is a female,
Patriarch Bodhi is the one who reaches heaven.
Tathagata Buddha is a Taoist with many treasures.
Western religion and Yuanshi are both villains...
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Copywriting:
Su Mo felt that she might have been possessed by bad fate in her life. It was already miserable enough that she didn't know her parents' birthdays when she was born. She had been sick and prone to disasters since she was a child, and she spent more time in the hospital than in the welfare home...
I finally managed to reach the age of twenty with great difficulty. I just made a wish in surprise. I must study hard in the future and be a person who contributes to the country and society...
Then he was hit by a bolt from the blue!
When the soul struck by the thunder left the body, Su Mo couldn't help but think...
She is not afraid of death. Living is too tiring and hard anyway!
But can you give her a decent way to die?
Why did she have to be struck to death by lightning on a sunny day? !
She thought that in her short life, although she lived in a mess, she often looked down upon the suffering in the world. Whenever she could help, she helped!
Why did she end up being struck by lightning? ! Do you still have to be discussed after your death? !
Su Mo's soul left the body, and before being sucked away by a strong force, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved when he looked at himself, who was smoking when he was struck by lightning, and the people pointing around him...
Thought:
This really echoes the old saying:
Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life, and they are speechless to the east wind!
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Copywriting of "The Daily Life of an Exiled Husband and Raising a Cub":
[This article is a micro group portrait, a micro masterpiece, focusing on farming, supplemented by love.
Copywriting: Xia Zhiqiu was transported into a half-read novel, and transformed into Xia Zhiqiu, the eldest daughter of Xia Liuren, the Minister of Rites, who has the same name and surname as herself.
But she, the eldest daughter, had a really miserable life. Because her mother had a humble background and had no children, she was gradually disliked by her father, who was getting higher and higher. Since she was a child, she had lived with her mother in a few broken mud houses in the ancestral home of her hometown.
Later, his mother also died of illness, and his father hurriedly helped his beloved concubine Liu to ascend to the throne with the gift of renewal. Through her, he successfully curried favor with the step-wife of Ye Guang, the most powerful official in the Yan Dynasty, and successfully betrothed his second daughter Xia Shuya to his second son Ye Luo.
Unexpectedly, a year later, Ye Guang was liquidated by the young emperor who was becoming more and more powerful, and he was imprisoned for forming a clique for personal gain!
At this time, there was only half a month left before the Ye and Xia families got married.
Xia Liuren instantly fell into a painful entanglement: You said... This marriage is going to happen, right? It is very likely that after marrying, you will be a fire pit! But what if it doesn't end? If the Ye family is lucky enough to pass this test, they will be the first to be spared.
Just when he was in a dilemma, his smart stepwife suddenly reminded him that he was more than just Shuya's daughter...
Intention: Work hard for love and home!
Reader comments
To put it into perspective, my colleagues and friends all died on the front lines because they were flying fighter jets. It's strange that my friend's posthumous son still wants to continue to be a pilot and risk his life on the front lines. It's really unreasonable.
[Glasses] So actually the Diaojiaolou is not a service area. Ms. Bird came here because of the trial tickets.
Well, I think what you wrote is really good and realistic.
Hmm (⊙o⊙)... I don't know how to put it, maybe because I have read too many fast-traveling articles, so I am a bit picky. Personally, I think the author is very impressed: First, the content of the first chapter is not very attractive. Secondly, I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that the author's language in describing the content is a bit childish (if I can't find a word that can accurately express my feelings, I'll just use this word!) It still needs to be improved! Final summary: I hope you can work hard! Give me support😊
The author's writing is really great
I started following the article from the first chapter and it's finished. I'm a little reluctant to let it go.
To put it into perspective, my colleagues and friends all died on the front lines because they were flying fighter jets. It's strange that my friend's posthumous son still wants to continue to be a pilot and risk his life on the front lines. It's really unreasonable.
[Glasses] So actually the Diaojiaolou is not a service area. Ms. Bird came here because of the trial tickets.
Well, I think what you wrote is really good and realistic.
Hmm (⊙o⊙)... I don't know how to put it, maybe because I have read too many fast-traveling articles, so I am a bit picky. Personally, I think the author is very impressed: First, the content of the first chapter is not very attractive. Secondly, I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that the author's language in describing the content is a bit childish (if I can't find a word that can accurately express my feelings, I'll just use this word!) It still needs to be improved! Final summary: I hope you can work hard! Give me support😊
The author's writing is really great
I started following the article from the first chapter and it's finished. I'm a little reluctant to let it go.