Fengshenwildfire

The outline has been newly revised, but I still have to say one thing: The quality of the scam is extremely poor, so be careful before entering! Copywriting one: It wasn't until her hundredth resurrection that she had the honor to see this famous Nezha Palace. There was an endless stream of people coming and going to make wishes and recover. Yin Hua followed him in, took some incense and lit it. But until she stood in front of the futon, she didn't think about what she wanted to make a wish for. She stood there for a long time, feeling that it would be inappropriate to make a sincere wish, so she just held the incense and bowed three times, put the incense into the incense burner and left. Unexpectedly, at night, she rarely dreamed, and she thought she could sleep until dawn, but she was woken up. A boy who looked as cute as Yuxue. Yin Hua had never seen him before, but he immediately realized who he was without saying a word. "Hey, what kind of wish did you make when you came to my temple during the day?" The boy was floating in the air, helpless, but he could still cross his legs. "I didn't make a wish," Yin Hua looked at him, "I just wanted to see something strange. I haven't seen the Doll God yet." The boy glanced at her: "But you stood in front of my statue for a while, and you didn't seem to be okay." Yin Hua shook his head: "I have something I want to do, but I still need to do it myself, and I can't leave it to others." Copywriting two: Yin Hua always felt that one day she would die suddenly while asleep and awake. She waited and waited, but never once did she die of overwork. She didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. She wanted to keep it in her heart as usual, but Nezha happened to come in. For some reason, she suddenly felt the desire to talk. She deleted and deleted what she said to Nezha, but there were too many things that she couldn't express, so she felt that what she said was wrong, so she kept her mouth shut again. Nezha, who was confused at first, was even more dissatisfied when he saw this. He thought that she was finally willing to open her heart, and he was really happy for nothing! "Are you kidding me?" "How dare I?" Nezha leaned over and was about to urge her to continue speaking, but she tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder. "Your shoulders are so hard." She had the nerve to complain. "... Then get off and drive!" "I don't." She even closed her eyes. Nezha's shoulders shook, and when her center of gravity was unstable, he caught her shoulders and put her head on his lap: "Isn't it hard anymore?" Unexpectedly, the man turned over and faced him. He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva." Nezha was annoyed and straightened her again. She was a little too happy-go-lucky. She didn't even move her eyelids when he pulled her hard like this. Instead, she folded her hands on her belly and fell asleep peacefully soon. Nezha was silent, lowering his head to look at her, then suddenly pulled Hun Tianling and covered her face. "It's not uncommon for you to say that." Copywriting three: On the eve of the invasion of Chaoge, Nezha couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and left the camp, only to see Yin Hua still sitting in front of the campfire. "Still not sleeping yet?" "Aren't you the same?" "I can't sleep." "Me too." After saying a few meaningless words, the air became silent again, and Nezha simply sat next to her. "... I'm looking at moths," she said proactively, "Nezha, tell me, do I look like a moth flying into a flame?" As the saying goes, a moth jumps into the fire and perishes, which is meant to advise people not to overestimate their own capabilities. However, Nezha once heard her say a different opinion about moths, so he only asked: "Did you do that voluntarily?" She tilted her head and smiled at him, neither saying yes nor no. After a while, she spoke again: "We will attack Chaoge tomorrow..." "Leave that fox demon to you?" She came over, smiled and kissed him. Tomorrow, she made up her mind to tell him everything after tomorrow. Motto: A single spark can start a prairie fire