Song Fu'an is just a timid, well-behaved, beautiful, poor and honest man. He has never done any stealing or holding hands with anyone, but he has slipped into a book about Long Aotian's cultivation, where he is always fighting and killing.
The male protagonist of the novel went through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships and wanted to join the Immortal Sect, but he was taken care of by the aloof Immortal and became a handyman.
He has endured humiliation and heavy burden for many years, cut off love, secretly practiced martial arts, killed children as young as he was young, and reached the pinnacle of life...
Song Fu'an: Sorry to interrupt, who is that Immortal Lord?
System: [You.
Song Fu'an trembled: My life is at stake!
The good news is that the Immortal Lord is weak and quiet, and everyone in the sect has a deep filter on him, and the sect leader and senior brother are even more indulgent and pampered.
He can enjoy a hilltop to himself, without having to talk to anyone, and without any human touch. There is only a sweeper and food delivery person outside the door, who keeps him eye-catching.
Song Fu'an burst into tears: I was wrong, is this paradise...
System: [Host, actually I have additional tasks and cheats.
Song Fu'an's eyes shone: There's no such thing as too much gold and silver!
The system is shy: [Just touch his abdominal muscles and you will know.
"..."
You didn't say you were on an 18+ system? !
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Xie Yun knew very well that the immortal in the room had a cold face and a cold heart, and was completely merciless.
In the last life, when the demonic energy of the Immortal Protector Sect entered his body, Song Fu'an cut off his spiritual roots, once again destroying his decades of hard work.
He vowed to take revenge on this sanctimonious person!
"Immortal Master, have lunch today."
Xie Yun bent down and lowered his head. He was afraid that when he saw that face, he would break Song Fu'an's sickly and thin neck.
"Um... Can... Can you hold your hand..."
The sound was like a thin thread, and even the fingertips stretched out in front of his eyes were trembling imperceptibly.
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Xie Yun's legs went weak and he knelt down straight on his knees.
Etc! This situation is not right! Why was it different from what he had just expected!
Later, he saw with his own eyes that Song Fu'an also had red ears, pretending to be calm and reaching out to others.
Xie Yun forcibly suppressed the inner demons in his body, as if holding a treasure in his palm, and gently rubbed the back of his master's hand with a handkerchief until it turned red.
He hugged Song Fu'an, his lips inadvertently brushed against the smooth cheek, and murmured: "Master, I am not enough..."
It turns out that not only Song Fu'an has changed, but he is also seriously ill.
1. [Social fear of silly, cute and sick beauties × inconsistencies and dark batches]
2. The group's favorite, Shuangjie 1v1 he
3. The author is a local dog, and he will be accepted as a disciple by the follow-up, so the copywriting is written as a master.
3. Will be added later
Intention: Positive and strong 9.5
