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苟道修仙：我靠装逼震惊诸天
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杂役苟圣：我靠苟道坑哭全诸天
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Others are cultivating immortality: grab the treasure, become the genius, prove the great path, and curl their hair until it falls out! Lin Que cultivates immortality: Pretend to be a coward, blame others, and pick up rags. The genius breaks his guard and I watch the show! Lin Que, whose soul had penetrated the lowest level of the Qingyun Sect and was stepped on in the face at the beginning, accidentally activated the Gou Dao system and welded "Coward Gou Zang Dump" into his life creed on the spot. He turned a blind eye to the treasures of heaven and earth that others had snatched away. The fragments of magic weapons that the prodigies had used up, the scraps of elixirs thrown away by the sect, and the tattered leftovers abandoned by the heavens were all stuffed into garbage bags as treasures by him. Quan Zong laughed at him as a rag and trash. No one knew that he had made a fortune by picking up rags. He tricked Wen Ziming, the cold-blooded prodigy, into a trap with his magic skill of throwing the blame: he exchanged the foundation-building pill for jelly beans, and exchanged the natal sword spike for pig rope. He forcibly turned the old enemy who would never die into a scapegoat, and turned him into a tough-talking scapegoat who shouted "Lin Que! Don't pass the blame on me again" every day. They also gathered four sleeping dragons and phoenixes: Yuan Jingsong, the leader of the formation, who pretended to be cool and ran away in two seconds, Yuan Ze, the atmosphere group who shouted "Master Tianjiao is here" until he was speechless, and Jin Yuhao, the pocket king who looked like a cook but actually beat the Taoist master with one pot. The five-person team traveled across the world, the reborn person with the script was spoiled to the point of doubting his life, and the time-traveler with the system was circumvented and turned into autistic on the spot. All the saints in the heavens cried and begged: Ancestor, please stop picking it up! We have turned all the rubbish you threw into treasures! Lin Que threw the blame back: Don't make any noise, if you need anything, go to my brother Wen Ziming! Wen Ziming was furious on the spot and drew his sword: Lin Que! I'm not done with you!
Others are cultivating immortality: grab the treasure, become the genius, prove the great path, and curl their hair until it falls out! Lin Que cultivates immortality: Pretend to be a coward, blame others, and pick up rags. The genius breaks his guard and I watch the show! Lin Que, whose soul had penetrated the lowest level of the Qingyun Sect and was stepped on in the face at the beginning, accidentally activated the Gou Dao system and welded "Coward Gou Zang Dump" into his life creed on the spot. He turned a blind eye to the treasures of heaven and earth that others had snatched away. The fragments of magic weapons that the prodigies had used up, the scraps of elixirs thrown away by the sect, and the tattered leftovers abandoned by the heavens were all stuffed into garbage bags as treasures by him. Quan Zong laughed at him as a rag and trash. No one knew that he had made a fortune by picking up rags. He tricked Wen Ziming, the cold-blooded prodigy, into a trap with his magic skill of throwing the blame: he exchanged the foundation-building pill for jelly beans, and exchanged the natal sword spike for pig rope. He forcibly turned the old enemy who would never die into a scapegoat, and turned him into a tough-talking scapegoat who shouted "Lin Que! Don't pass the blame on me again" every day. They also gathered four sleeping dragons and phoenixes: Yuan Jingsong, the leader of the formation, who pretended to be cool and ran away in two seconds, Yuan Ze, the atmosphere group who shouted "Master Tianjiao is here" until he was speechless, and Jin Yuhao, the pocket king who looked like a cook but actually beat the Taoist master with one pot. The five-person team traveled across the world, the reborn person with the script was spoiled to the point of doubting his life, and the time-traveler with the system was circumvented and turned into autistic on the spot. All the saints in the heavens cried and begged: Ancestor, please stop picking it up! We have turned all the rubbish you threw into treasures! Lin Que threw the blame back: Don't make any noise, if you need anything, go to my brother Wen Ziming! Wen Ziming was furious on the spot and drew his sword: Lin Que! I'm not done with you!
诸天为证，我自逍遥
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