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Give you a chance to be reborn (How did I die) God has given you a magical weapon (you are invincible) Let you fight a boss (you are very scared) You fucked the boss (it stinks) The boss lost all his magical equipment (so simple) The system prompts you to be number one in the national server (accepting a disciple, accepting a disciple) How lonely it is to be invincible (you start singing) You have been banned. Humans have new life, dragons have reverse scales, demons have emotions, and gods have darkness.

System flow? Rebirth? Time travel drama? I am also very helpless. This is a story about a eunuch author who fell into his own novel and was forced to practice immortality. Is it painful to not know the ending of a novel about being eunuched by oneself? How cool is it to compete with a very talented protagonist who was written by me? Survive in the cruel environment that I wrote in a moment of pleasure, hate it or not The world he writes about is too big. It would take a lifetime for a mortal to leave the city. Show off or not. How does the four-eyed novice author, who has no power to restrain a chicken, pursue the path of spiritual practice? (The protagonist Hei San pokes his head out: Something is wrong with this world! I am not the only one who has been reborn, traveled through time, and is systematic!!!)

Because their boss told them one thing without exception: Wang Su's eighth sister's words are imperial edicts. You have to say it as soon as she says it. You must not let anyone she asks to lie down stand for more than two seconds. This is Wang Su Zhenxiong, a legendary and legendary life. Since he has this legendary figure as his backing, these five boys are even more unscrupulous. This matter was heard by Wang Su's eighth sister later.

Raise your head to the sky and overlook the common people A road across the starry sky, with no beginning and no end The land is gray and the sun does not rise The vast ethereal world, only a few are the netherworld The world is troubled by demons and sporadic ghosts The view of the sad sky, the angry sky is unclear The ancient road spans three thousand lives, and a fairy appears at the end of the sea of suffering I was born to walk on the road to the stars, but after death I don't want to be buried in a tomb anymore