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In her previous life, Mo Ran was aloof and favored. Once he passed through a book about the true story of a female protagonist, he turned into a nameless little cannon fodder. As a cannon fodder with no luck and qualifications, Moran, how should she survive in the world of cultivation where there are so many powerful people... The father, a top Taoist cultivator, said with doting eyes: "Ranran, there are only a few hundred top-level Taoist books at home. You can practice whatever you want. At worst, dad will protect you for the rest of your life." The genius pharmacist brother gently rubbed Moran's head: "Ranran, you can take these top-quality elixirs as you like. If you don't have enough, I will make them for you." The second brother of Wanguan Merchant waved his hand, and ten high-grade storage rings appeared in front of Mo Ran: "Ranran, all the money my brother earns belongs to you. Whether you tear it up or burn it, just make Ranran happy." The third brother, the genius swordsman, played with the fairy sword and looked at everyone fiercely: "Ran Ran, if someone bullies you, you must tell your brother, and your brother will make him pay back a hundred times." Mo Shu smiled sweetly at everyone: "Sorry, I'm a group favorite." Just when everyone in the world of cultivation thought that Mo Ran was just a beautiful waste, Mo Ran didn't change her expression and strangled a ninth-level Xuanwen Lie Yanmang in public. She casually took out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood splashed on her face, and said: "Actually, I am still a group favorite who can fight." Afterwards, Moran's vest kept falling off. All Taoist cultivators, top talisman masters, formation masters, elixir geniuses, and weapon refining kings... Everyone: ... You are really a genius! ! !