When Bai Yu woke up, he found that he had become a magician who was proficient in love spells.
Good news: This is a world of magic and dragons.
Bad news: There is no such thing as a love spell.
In other words, he is a liar.
And he is being hunted because he deceived the feelings of a certain boss.
Bai Yu could only tearfully hide in a desolate town with all his wealth, and live a painful (kuai) (le) life in isolation from the world.
Until one day.
He found a notebook from home.
Turn to the first page——
[Don't save the black-haired man on the roadside, he will kill you.
Bai Yu:? ? ?
He looked at the humanoid creature occupying the only single bed and fell into deep thought.
Turn to the second page——
[Well, if you have saved him, then you must not follow him.
Bai Yu:......
Turn to the next page——
Can't turn it over.
No, so what is the meaning of this thing's existence?
Bai Yu was at a loss, confused and shocked.
But he chose to do it.
So when he was caught by his enemies, he was forced to ask for help from a man watching the show.
The other party glanced at him lazily: "Didn't you say you would never follow me even if you died? Now your wish has come true."
Bai Yu:......
Is this your attitude towards your savior, white-eyed wolf?
———
Legend has it that the Wild Wizard is proficient in love magic.
Murphy scoffed.
Well, his mercenary group happened to be short of a doctor.
It's a pity that this magician with excellent medical skills doesn't seem to want to leave this small town.
A bit troublesome.
What to do?
Just let him have to go.
The leader of the Silver Moon Mercenary Group showed a pleasant smile.
——
About love spell
Who knows love best?
Faced with this problem, Bai Yu wrote three big words with a stroke of his pen - single.
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Small Theater
There are all kinds of bottles and jars in the room of the leader of the Silver Moon Mercenary Group, not that he likes them.
But one day he heard his lover talking to his deputy: "No matter how handsome a man is, he has no charm as long as he is bald."
"If - I mean if, this man was the leader, what would you do?" The deputy asked.
My lover said confidently: "Of course I want to find a second love as soon as possible."
The captain's teeth were almost broken.
In order not to let the second spring take advantage of it, the leader began to take the road of maintenance.
"Honey, why do you have face cream on the table? As far as I know - you don't need it, do you?"
The head of the group said expressionlessly: "No, I need it very much."
*Sane black sesame glutinous rice balls are attacked by the venomous tongue of VS Arrogant
——
The person next door is writing "Why the Sword Master Robbed the Male Cultivator"
Yin Mingguang woke up and learned that he had lost his memory.
Good news: He is a third-generation cultivator, and he has as many treasures as he needs, and it doesn't matter if he can't be cured.
Bad news: He's a regular guy.
Even worse news: He is still the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation.
God knows how he got into it.
But Yin Mingguang had a big heart. He ate and slept every day, ate after sleeping, and wandered the streets when he had time.
The only fly in the ointment was that everyone in the Sword Sect earnestly advised him to practice, and warned him not to lose the face of his ancestors and disgrace the Sword Master's reputation.
It doesn't matter.
The eldest young master said that he would not listen to a word.
One day, he accidentally met a blindfolded man holding an umbrella and going around to study.
Looking at the beauty that could not be concealed under the gauze, he was attracted by the beauty... Ah no, he fell in love with talent and immediately decided to accept him as his disciple.
Others always call it robbery.
Just kidding, how can this matter of cultivating the third generation be called robbery?
This apprentice is not very obedient.
Being taller than Master is already a huge disadvantage, but he is also a bit old-fashioned.
Don't talk openly in front of your disciples when you say something frequently.
Not even willing to sleep together.
Many years later.
"Alas!" Yin Mingguang sighed and shook his head, "It's so hard to teach disciples!"
The man behind him suddenly hugged his waist and said softly: "Master, please teach me again. Your swordsmanship is too difficult."
Yin Mingguang: "?"
The eldest young master was confused, "When did you start practicing swordsmanship?"
Nian Wujiu bowed slightly and took off his shoes and socks for him, and said in a low voice, "Tonight."
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Small Theater
There is a teahouse in Guanri City, and there is a storyteller in the teahouse.
Storyteller: "It is said that that day, Mingguang Sword Master was here to snatch Nian Wujiu back!"
Audience: "Wow!"
"Dear readers, this robbery of a male cultivator is the first of its kind in the world." The storyteller pointed in all directions, "Have you seen it before? Or have you seen it before? None of us have seen it before!"
"But who is Nian Wujiu? He is the great devil in the world. I saw him strolling around..."
Yin Mingguang raised his head, and the scholar on the stage spat and spoke firmly. Then he looked at the man next to him who was wiping his hands with a brocade handkerchief.
He hesitated: "... Did I rob you?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "Don't you?"
*White cut black young swordsman vs hypocrite who occasionally green tea
Mission: Self-reliance
