Small theater version copywriting:
"If there were no accidents, I should have entered the Golden Elixir at the age of twenty, Nascent Soul at the age of thirty, Mahayana at the age of forty, and ascended to the Immortal Realm at the age of fifty. But now, I am just a second-generation immortal with nothing to do." Qi Bai held his chin in thought, and his writing became anxious.
The luminous white ball System Master bounced angrily twice next to him.
"Please don't be so shameless, okay?"
"It's so annoying. Shut up. I'm writing a memoir." Qi Bai pressed down the pendulum ball with one hand and knocked a handful of melon seeds on the table.
A man in green clothes that reached the floor and with neat black hair suddenly appeared in the room. Qi Bai stared at the beautiful suffocating face and swept the memoirs and the white ball under the table with a guilty conscience. He stared at the man intently, watching him slowly walk over and lower his head. He was trapped in his arms and accepted a kiss obediently. The tip of his tongue struggled to call out a sound.
"Master".
Short (violent) version of the copy:
In short, it is a vulgar story about a salty fish who travels to another world with the Long Aotian system. Because he is too salty, he is punished by the system every day, but is mistakenly thought to be weak by the overprotective master and tied to him, thus developing an adulterous affair.
Author's declaration:
This time I want to produce food for myself! Master and apprentice Wen Saigao! The competition is high every year! Master's attack is high!
Concept: Salted fish also has spring!