Feeding a Paper Taoist Companion

[Full order only costs 1.2R, thank you for supporting the genuine version] Jiang Zhaoxue has been wandering homelessly as a soul for a long time. Her biggest dream is to grow a glazed ginseng tree and build her own body. But the glass ginseng he had worked so hard to raise to maturity was absorbed by a Goubixianjun, and the other party still refused to admit it. The glass ginseng was robbed and the land was occupied. Jiang Zhaoxue could only pretend to be a paper man, endure the humiliation and bear the burden and lurk next to Goubi Xianjun, and plant the glass ginseng again. ※ The Immortal Lord has a new beautiful attendant. He doesn't do a good job, but he moves things very blatantly. After making tea, he took away the thousand-year spiritual dew; after wiping the table, he took away the centuries-old elixir; after making snacks, he took away the rare monster inner elixir... He gave all these rare spiritual dew elixirs to a radish seedling as fertilizer, and whispered to the radish seedling from time to time: I took these out secretly after a narrow escape. If you absorb them, you should grow up quickly. Fairy boy passing by: "???" Someone reported this matter to Xianjun. Hearing this, the Immortal Lord thought for a moment and said seriously: The lock of the Treasure Pavilion is difficult to pick and can easily hurt your hands. Go get a mortal lock that can be easily removed. Everyone:...... Afterwards, Little Guhun bumped into someone else while picking the lock, and was so frightened that he almost cried. ——If he is going to die, the bastard Immortal Lord will beat him to death. As a result, the person who bumped into him was more scared than he was, muttering: "I didn't see this ancestor, didn't see it, didn't see it..." Jiang Zhaoxue: "?" ※ Glazed ginseng grew up again day by day, but Jiang Zhaoxue heard that there was Bai Yueguang in Xianjun's heart who died early. A hundred years ago, he saved his soul from being robbed, and Xianjun always wanted to reunite his soul for him. And the treasures of heaven and earth that he used as fertilizer were the treasures that the Immortal Lord had collected for Bai Yueguang by searching for them in purgatory and extremely cold places. Jiang Zhaoxue silently packed her bags and left, but was intercepted by Xian Jun. Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were red: I don't have your things anymore. The immortal king lowered his eyes: Why, don't you like those things? Jiang Zhaoxue:...? Immortal Lord: Since you have taken so much, why not take the rest with you? Jiang Zhaoxue:! ! ! The Immortal Lord is approaching little by little: If you don't want to take him with you, how about taking me? ※※※ To open the next book "I practice the ruthless way, I'm pretending", you can click on the column → Shi Que practiced the ruthless way just to have an excuse to live a salty life. Wuqingdao is like a brick, you can move it wherever you need it. The leader asked him to accept a disciple. Shique: No, I cultivate the ruthless way and cannot be bound by the relationship between master and disciple. The senior brother asked him to compete in the Immortal Alliance. Shique: No, I cultivate the ruthless path and cannot be tempted by fame and fortune. Everyone knows that Shi Que's temperament is like that of an immortal. No one knows that this cool immortal has drawers full of dried fruits and snacks, his study is filled with windmill toys, and he goes down the mountain in disguise to play every now and then, surrounded by his playmates one after another. Until a lecture on immortality, the ruthless Taoist ancestor who had been ascending for thousands of years suddenly came down to discuss the Taoism with him. Shi Que panicked and had long forgotten all his Taoism. What's even more alarming is that Daozu, who is already a demigod, has green hair like snow, a frosty and clear appearance, and a face that looks exactly like the little playmate he always abandoned. Everyone admired Shi Que for being able to receive personal guidance from the Taoist Patriarch. It was a blessing that could not be achieved in a hundred years. In a corner where no one knew, the corners of Shi Que's eyes were moist, and he was trembling as he recited his inner thoughts. Daozu raised his chin and rubbed the corners of his red lips with his fingertips: "I memorized it wrong again, I will punish you again." Wasn't he very smart when talking before? How come after playing with others for a few days, he can't even recite all the ideas? Attacking perspective: Xie Mingci ascended to the throne with the ruthless way thousands of years ago and became the number one person in the world. His strength can almost compete with the way of heaven. Thousands of years later, tired of fighting with heaven, he transformed into the lower world and met a weakling who liked to flirt with women but couldn't get rid of him. Xianyu played with him and taught him to lie down flat. He was worried that he would be scared when there was thunder at night and wanted to squeeze into the same bed with him. Xie Mingci's eyes fell on Xianyu's white and fragile neck, and he turned and left. Later, Xianyu suddenly ran away and destroyed all his identity information. Xie Mingci sat in the empty room all night, with an unstable Taoist heart, and a faint blood color in his dark eyes. Purpose: Speak well and build a good communication bridge