There is an isolated island in the East China Sea, and there is a magnificent temple on the island. Legend has it that a main god who can control all things is worshiped in it. There is no main body of the god, and his appearance is in his mind.
Countless people come over mountains and seas to kneel before the Lord God and pray for their wishes to come true.
It was windy and rainy, and Liu Xinqing was warming herself by the fire shivering outside the palace. Her face turned pale from the cold, and she managed to wait until the sunrise to dry her clothes, and then she dressed and entered the palace.
The girl stood in front of the futon with great piety, clasped her hands, and said seriously, "Lord God, I grew up listening to your stories, and everyone says you exist, so I like you very much, can you be with me?"
Gu Huaishu has lived for tens of thousands of years and has never heard such a bizarre request.
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Liu Xinqing was full of curiosity about Gu Huaishu, who suddenly bought the house next door.
Gu Huaishu has a stunning appearance, a noble bearing, and a pair of long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes that confuse all living beings.
After careful consideration, Liu Xinqing politely knocked on the door and asked, "Can I climb over the wall and come to your house?"
"..." Gu Huaishu looked at the pretty and cute girl, narrowed his eyes slightly, and handed her the key, "Take the main entrance."
Liu Xinqing asked again, "Then can I stare at you?"
The house faced the street, and someone peeked over. Gu Huaishu grabbed Liu Xinqing's wrist and pulled her into the door. He opened his thin lips lightly and said coldly, "Look."
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Liu Xinqing has a secret. In addition to being a good girl and a weakling, she also has a personality that can lead to violent criticism of beauties.
One day, her red dress was like fire, and she pointed her sword at the sky, trying to kill the Buddha.
He cursed loudly, "Gods and Buddhas are nothing, I've abandoned them like nothing."
Gu Huaishu came riding on the wind, wearing a white hooded hood, he held her tightly to his chest, held her chin, lowered his head and sucked her lips.
His eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse. He emphasized again and again, "Killing the Buddha is fine. I will help you kill him later. God has calculated that your sweetheart will be thrown away unless I die."
Screenshot of copywriting on November 11, 2021 for storage.
Purpose: Scientific democracy
