Song Qingshu entered the novel he wrote. He had no ambitions and was obviously the creator of the world. He hid in Qingliu Village and worked as a little salted fish.
But fate plays tricks on people, and the curse set by the evil lady forces him to become an immortal.
Even so, Song Qingshu had no intention of stopping Long Aotian's son from dominating the world.
He faithfully joined the second sect, and while studying the curse on his body, he occasionally inquired about the gossip of the Immortal family, secretly looking forward to seeing Long Aotian's son show off his heroic deeds one day.
It is rumored that the chief disciple of Lingxiao Sect is a genius with five spiritual roots, and his cultivation speed is unparalleled.
Not bad, I can fight with my son for now.
There are also rumors that he is so picturesque and cold as ice that all living and breathing fairies are attracted to him.
Ha ha! Song Qingshu laughed wildly, "When my son comes, what about your eldest disciple?"
It was not until the Tongtian Pearl conferment ceremony that I finally met the chief disciple.
Song Qingshu: A second ago: smiling.
The next second: the sky fell.
Son, aren't we a loser? How did we secretly become a genius behind our father's back?
Also, are you, Long Aotian, very free? You keep coming towards me again and again, your main palace is so disgusting over there!
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Wu Lingtian felt that the people around him were strange.
They were like puppets on strings, rushing in front of him, shouting and taunting him, but his body refused to obey and he couldn't even fight with the most basic fists.
Surprised, bored, numb.
Suddenly, a voice came to my ears: "No, it's not miserable enough! Heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, and he must first work hard on his mind and body..."
"I'm so tired... Today's work will be done tomorrow, so let's eat KFC today."
"Rise up, don't bully young people into poverty! The artifact belongs to my son. The beauty belongs to my son. Guess who I want to give this big dragon to."
Wu Lingtian chuckled.
I see.
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Wu Lingtian thought that he would be able to see that person if he stepped into the nine layers of clouds.
The pavilions and pavilions in the heavenly palace are so beautiful that mortals cannot reach them in their lifetime.
But without him.
He is not a god, so Wu Lingtian doesn't have to be either.
The sky collapsed and the earth fell, Wu Lingtian sat alone on the high platform, with the whole world at his feet, still lifeless and closed his eyes.
When he woke up again, the young man in the forest looked back with a smile, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his face was smooth and beautiful.
He said: "I'm just a mortal."
Wu Lingtian, who had lost his memory, leaned against the tree and twitched his ears.
The heartbeat collapsed again.
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During those years when feelings were invisible and could not be expressed, we called them roots.
So that you can jump right in when the time comes.
1V1he
ps: It's actually a story about the secret love of a favored man.
You won't appear until Chapter 6!
Purpose: practice