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Once he traveled through the world of cultivating immortals, Le Youxun shrank into a seven-year-old little dumpling. She could still cultivate immortality in her next life, but before she could get excited, she discovered the five spiritual roots. "Our sect doesn't even accept handyman disciples with such poor spiritual roots." Don't you want to become a casual cultivator? She walked down the street dejectedly, and a handsome young man with an immortal air smiled sincerely at her: "I see that although you have five spiritual roots, you are very close to each other..." Le Youxun didn't wait for him to finish, he rushed forward and hugged his thigh: "Master! Disciple is willing!" After successfully becoming a master, Le Youxun gradually discovered that this master was not only poor, but also very good at lying. He looks like a good master in his fluttering white clothes and looks like a good master, but in fact, the storage bag is cleaner than after using the Dust Cleansing Technique. I want to run away from home! -------------- Lin Lan asked three questions: Why is it so expensive to raise a disciple? Why am I still living so poorly even after my injury? Where have all my spiritual stones gone? Before meeting his young disciple, Lin Lan could barely maintain the appearance of being a young and promising man with a spiritual stone. After meeting his young disciple, he found that he couldn't even maintain the appearance... Everyone: Looking at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, they didn't expect to even search for a spiritual stone. Lin Lan: I don't call this a search, but the matter of collecting spiritual stones, can I call it a search? A spiritual stone is also a spiritual stone. If you don't have disciples to support, you won't understand. Everyone: While you are talking, can you please stop secretly putting things in the storage bag?

(Also known as "I got into trouble after becoming a clerk in a handicraft store") Living on the website's subsistence allowance every month, Chen Yin, a writer who lives in an abandoned house, finally couldn't bear it anymore. There is no way out for writing online articles. You can only maintain your life by going out to work! With the courage to risk everything, I came to the bustling Haishi. I accidentally entered a handicraft store in a large shopping mall and was grabbed by the enthusiastic clerk. From then on, there was a dead fish-eyed clerk in the store with a look of despair. One day, the store manager forced a cigarette into his mouth, patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and told him to take care of himself when working the night shift, and to remember to lock the store door before eleven o'clock. Haha, just kidding, can a mere two-spined salamander handicraft shop be weird at night? (Reality + fantasy + weirdness + copy, the content of two-spined salamander is not high, please feel free to eat it.) (There is a heroine, not a harem. There are gay friends, not gay love.) (Setting\u002FThe background is adapted from the author's real-life experience) (Try to update stably at least once a day)