He Xiaoman felt that there seemed to be a serious illness in the world of cultivation.
The largest company in the world is short of money and people. The leader is either borrowing money or on the way to borrow money every day. With a lot of bitter tears, the relationship between the sect and the sect can be called a large-scale ethics drama as he repeatedly jumps between the disciples who fell into the devil and the disciples who took the devil.
The strongest sword sect in the world is poor and straight, and is superb in juggling and solving cases. The most romantic request is "Can I touch your sword?" In the colorful world, he sits firmly on the throne of heartache.
The world's most bizarre and secret pavilion bastard lives like a bastard. He can stay at home and never go out. He can talk and talk but never take action. Cold-hearted and cold-hearted, he said rap-like words, "Love me, are you afraid?"
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Hehuan Sect, our own sect, can only say one word - Jue!
"So, can you tell me about the story about me selling your storybook?"
He Xiaoman looked bitterly at his best friend, the woman who stood at the top of the world of cultivation. He heard the female cultivator's gorgeous and melodious voice and touched her shoulder with a smile.
"Okay, let's talk about Sanqi's profit distribution first?"
Yes, this world of cultivation is going to end!
Rear row reminder
1. This article is a derivative of the otome placement game "The Cultivation Notes of a certain female cultivator of a certain sect". The heroine, Neptune, is mainly about a person who takes care of her kidneys but not her heart.
2. In addition to entangled with handsome guys and beauties from all walks of life, it is also a story of funny adventures with close friends.
3. Some men and heroines each get what they need and combine their interests, and some men treat each other sincerely. After meeting the heroine, there is nothing else in their eyes. But the top beauties in the world of cultivation are indeed having an affair with the heroine.
Intention: The spring breeze of the past, you stand at the end of time