Thousands of People Suspect That the God Has a Popular Vest

[Super fat serial article "Green Tea NPC is a Monster Farmer" and pre-collection "The Number One Scholar on the Run Marries into a Farm [Farming]", please collect them, the copy is shown below] Copywriting of this article Ji You is Yue Lao's young disciple and has been weaving red thread for a hundred years. Because of an innocent disaster, Peach Blossom Evil, who was infected with the expressions of the gods, was demoted to the mortal world. Only by experiencing endless love tribulations in life after life can one be able to wash away the evil spirit of peach blossom and return to heaven. Fortunately, the master quietly told him that cleaning up rotten peach blossoms (abusing scumbags) can also eliminate the peach blossom evil spirits. The greater the reputation of the scumbag, the better the effect. Ji You looked through the memory of the original owner of his soul-transportation, and it just so happened that the original owner's husband was the national male god. ——Locked his wife to a mental hospital for two years, a top-notch scumbag. Ji You returned home excitedly and was shocked to find that the Peach Blossom Evil had no effect on the male god. The male god just doesn't like the original owner, he's not a scumbag at all. Fortunately, the male idol's company is preparing for a big movie and has spent a lot of money to form a creative team. Ji You has confirmed it all. From the screenwriter to the director to the starring actor, everyone is a top-notch scumbag who is very popular. Ji You started to go to the company of the male idol. Today he was a big screenwriter, and tomorrow he was a big movie star. When he had time, he had to have a private meeting with the singer and the director. He was very busy. But I don't know why, but the male god's attitude towards him changed from indifferent and disgusting to becoming more and more strange. Sometimes angry, sometimes watching secretly, capricious. No longer look like a workaholic. "Whatever." Ji You thought to himself, the top priority was to finish the abuse and return to heaven. * Lu Wen felt that there was something unusual about his wife. In the past, he was a troublemaker and a nuisance. He could make three hundred phone calls a day to urge him to get off work. After the beggar came to work in the company, he happened to meet him, but he didn't even look at him seriously. On the contrary, he fought fiercely with other men. Today I was chatting and laughing with the great screenwriter. Tomorrow, you and I will go back and forth with the great actor. The day after tomorrow, I asked a great director for advice on acting skills. I don't know why, but Lu Wen was getting more and more confused even though he was in the cooling-off period of divorce. ——You are trying your best to cuckold me and take revenge on me, right? Before he could question his wife, public opinion bombs one after another sent the male idol back to the table. The great screenwriter, great actor, and great director who were flirting with his wife were all exposed to huge scandals and their houses collapsed. The big movie he has worked so hard to prepare is also in jeopardy! Lu Wen stopped his wife, who was beaming with joy because she was about to return to heaven, and asked three questions: ——Is that enough? ——Have you found out that I am not a scumbag? ——In this case, the marriage will not be divorced? ​#The current workaholic heartthrob who is bent on torturing scum and returning to heaven x The ex-workaholic tyrant Zonggong who is secretly obsessed with the mysterious anchor and finds out that she is his wife and pursues her madly# == Pre-order collection "The fugitive champion marries into a farm [farming]" == His father contracted an illness and died. Before Letian could reach his peak, he was put on the shelf and became the owner of Lejiazhuang. The livelihood of hundreds of people in a village weighed heavily on his shoulders. In order to get the restaurant's supply list, the unmanned Letian bit the bullet and asked the restaurant owner to go to the most luxurious brothel in the area. With his ears full of wine, he stumbled into Hua Niang's room: "No, don't worry, I'll... Take a nap and then leave." I fell asleep and when I woke up, I felt a slight pain in my buttocks. A beautiful man with long, disheveled hair was looking at him coldly. There were red marks everywhere in his open clothes. Letian panicked: "I... You... If I marry you, I will live up to your innocence!" The man curled his lips: "Oh?" * After Shen Ling, who was eight feet tall and extremely beautiful, married into Lejiazhuang, everyone in the village knew that he was a brothel boy, and the rumors never stopped. I heard that the wife of the owner of the village was obviously of low origin, but her habits were very coquettish. She had to use polished rice to eat, and silk to dress. Even the bed she slept on was covered with a thick quilt. She couldn't lift her shoulders or lift her arms. She idled around every day and never entered the kitchen once. On the one hand, the small owner of the village is busy with the various matters of farming, forestry, animal husbandry and fishery in the village. On the other hand, he also has to think about how to serve his wife well. He is as busy as a spinning top. Le's mother was worried: "Son, he is just a prostitute..." "Mother, don't talk nonsense." Letian's face turned red, "Mother is clean, it was me who soiled her innocence." People in the village were curious about the gossip: "Could it be that Shen Lingte is good at giving birth to children, and the young village owner likes his figure and appearance?" In the dead of night, Shen Ling picked up Letian, who was reading the account book by a candle, and put him on the bed with an inexplicable smile: "I heard people say that I am particularly easy to give birth to?" No wonder he came to plow the fields at night. * The weather was getting colder, and Letian's belly, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, swelled day by day. He secretly wiped away tears behind his back, but was caught by Shen Ling. Shen Ling's face was slightly cold: "Why do you feel so shameless when you are pregnant with the child of a prostitute?" Letian shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, it's because this year's harvest is not good, and winter is coming soon. I... I'm sleepy every day. How can I solve everyone's livelihood..." The eyes were red, like an aggrieved little rabbit. Shen Ling hugged him sideways as usual and rubbed his smooth forehead with her cheek: "You can take care of your baby with peace of mind. I'll take care of these trivial matters, ma'am." I got a Ph. D. In my last life, and in this life I have a lot of ink for the No. 1 Scholar in a new science. It's just enough for the little Lejiazhuang to have enough food. Don't you believe that you can get it at your fingertips? ==The unpublished serial "Green Tea NPC is a Monster Farmer", the main heroine is very fat, I don't like to ignore it== As soon as Anrou entered the game, the NPC's father asked her to sell her family's abandoned farm. An Rou:? The world is so chaotic. She dreams of having a self-sufficient and isolated farm, okay? It was impossible to sell, so Anrou made up her mind to reopen the farm. As for the money her father wanted, she had to think of other ways. - In a holographic game where killing monsters is the goal, there is only one way to make money: killing ghouls to earn gold coin rewards. An Rouqiang can't pick or lift. He's just an NPC who can't learn skills and doesn't even have a game panel. Killing ghouls? It's almost like dying. But An Rou discovered that she could see the game panels of all players, and to a certain extent, could she also hear the ghoul's thoughts? An Rou realized: Compared with players, ghouls are her close comrades. - As An Rou ventured in and out of the mission site again and again, a small burial ground appeared on the farm. From time to time, there was a dull banging sound coming from the ground. Every time An Rou heard it, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth in happiness. Players can also explode gold coins and props after death. The person who designed this game is simply a genius! Hundreds of millions of players = hundreds of millions of money-making trees, An Rou will wake up with a smile even in her dreams. - A group of miserable players have quietly appeared in game forums. No matter they use resurrection cards or wait for resurrection naturally, the ending is the same: resurrection means death, until they are completely offline and can no longer log in to the game. Players cried and complained that there was no way out. Posts asking for help were overwhelming one after another. [Who would be kind enough to help me find where my body is! [That bastard is so wicked, why did he bury my body? ! [Despair, why can't even the guild find my body! ! ! - As the major guilds began to investigate, a mysterious farm gradually became the focus. Grain fields, vegetable plots, chicken coops, duck sheds, pickles and fish ponds are all available. The farmer is a young beauty wearing a silk cheongsam. Not to mention her beauty, she is surrounded by ghouls, each of which is a high-level monster with huge rewards. Anrospa covered her mouth and made a gesture of surprise: oops, you have discovered it, welcome to play. All the players are excited—— [There are so many high-level ghouls, this is definitely an SSS-level mission! [Perhaps I am sure that the boss lady is the ultimate boss, the Ghost King. Let's all fight together! However, after waves of players have never returned, the farm has become more and more grand, with restaurants, hotels, bathhouses, and even teleportation arrays all arranged, as if they are planning to engage in eco-tourism. An Rou looked at the corpses and gold coins and props on the ground, covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: Thank you for your patronage. Forum player: [Is this a monster-killing game or a management game? Purpose: Cherish and love oneself