My Group of Heavens

Rubbish! Chapter 2 poisoned me to death

Sorry, I forced myself several times, but I still can't accept the name Qingrou Dijun.

Boss lady, a tea egg." The noisy crowd around suddenly fell silent, and those who came to buy breakfast showed a look of shock. The lady boss hesitated slightly, but did not neglect, and smiled slightly: "Sir, please follow me." After that, I walked forward slowly in the eyes of countless envious eyes. "I didn't expect to be able to eat tea eggs at such a young age. I am so young and promising! " "After so many years of hard work, I have only touched the threshold of steamed buns. I didn't expect that this kid has already eaten tea eggs..." "This kid is not simple. There must be powerful forces behind him. Otherwise, just based on his own words, that would be too perverted! " Ignoring the buzz around me, I soon came to a mysterious stone room. The landlady said politely: "Sir, please wait a moment. This stone room has a space barrier that only my father can open." " "Well..." Looking around the surrounding environment, although there is no high-end elegance, there is a faint sense of coercion. "Are you the boy who wants to buy tea eggs? "Suddenly a loud voice came from a distance, and an old man in gray robe was seen walking slowly. Although his hair was already gray, the aura in his eyes was stronger than that of the young man. "The boy has seen the senior" and bent his waist, and immediately gave a junior gift, thinking secretly in his heart, "This must be the master who made the tea eggs. A being like this can already cover the sky with one hand, so don't dare to neglect it. " "You don't have the arrogance of those young people." The old man in gray robe was also slightly satisfied. Nowadays, people of this age can eat tea eggs. They are all talented and full of arrogance. They know how to keep their heads down and behave. This guy has a good temperament. "Follow me." Although the old man was satisfied in his heart, he did not show it at all on his face. He must have lived a good life. I followed slowly and saw the old man. With a wave of his sleeves, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and the rich aroma slowly spread out, which made people feel refreshed. Looking inside, a large black cauldron stood in the middle of the stone chamber, and the body of the cauldron was made of iron. The dragon has no power and is angry, so it must not be an ordinary thing. "This is what I got in a dragon vein cave in Dongguan. The tea eggs made from it are not only of good quality, but also have miraculous effects in nourishing yin and yang! "When talking about this, the old man in gray robe was also a little proud, and he must have had an extraordinary experience. "You must also be here for the tea eggs I made, so let me tell you straight away, you know the preciousness of tea eggs, which cannot be measured by money. If you want to get it, you have to come up with something that can make my heart beat. " "Barter? My heart sank a little, and I said, "Young man has a wonderful book. I wonder if it can satisfy the senior's request?" " The old man's heart trembled, "But it doesn't matter! " "You have to click the thumb in the lower right corner to see this book" （￣▽￣）

I am a mainlander, and my family has been very poor since I was a child. My mother has told me since I was a child that children from poor families have already become masters (Tik Tok), and pickled mustard is a luxury I have never dared to pursue. Every time I watch other people's children on TV with happy smiles on their faces while drinking mustard soup, I will bury my face on the dining table with low self-esteem, stuffing steamed bear paws, truffle cakes and Boston lobster into my mouth, and my unwillingness turns into tears. When I grew up, my boss paid me my first salary in my life. I was so excited that the first thing I did when I returned home was to quietly go to the supermarket and buy some mustard mustard. Unexpectedly, news of this incident actually leaked out. The village chief was the first to rush to my house and tell my parents that I was crazy to spend such a large amount of money on such a thing. Is this something that rural people can buy? Even on the way back, the villagers looked at me with disbelief, which was disdain for the prodigal son. My father was so angry that he picked up the bench and went to the entrance of the village to greet me. That night, I tore open the package of mustard tuber despite my parents' roars. In an instant, the luxurious aroma filled the whole village. Everyone rushed to my window overnight to look at the package of finely divided mustard shreds in my hand. At that moment, I was the most handsome boy in the village.

The logic is messy, the language is incoherent, and various sentences are divided into paragraphs. It feels like I want to pretend to be calm, but the writing is not enough.

Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon, and I have two thoughts. One, hold Chinese Valentine's Day activities Two, write about the sweet daily lives of the group members, you choose, I will write it. If it's an event, please think of some activities, I'm lazy

I feel sick when I see Naruto. I have never seen any anime like Naruto One Piece in my whole life, and I have no sense of immersion.

I have a few ideas now, please come and vote, how to One: Continue to write about the daily life of the chat group Two: Continue to write the tasks and stories of the group members through time Three: According to the theory of destiny change, magically change the world of the group members, such as the entertainment Naruto that is about to start now Four: Like other chat groups, create a collapse of heaven Five: In Mo Qingyu's world, should you write down the protagonist to introduce the protagonist, or go over it and continue the description of the heavens.

In short, it is a story in which the protagonist keeps bragging, making up stories, and coaxing the group members. ... Pretending to be cool. It's embarrassing... Either give the protagonist a real background, or stop bragging. …Keep talking big words, which is hard for people to accept.

After reading a few chapters, forget it, it's not suitable for me. It's just poisonous to me (I don't know about others). How can the protagonist's mentality be so good? (For example, a modern person travels through time and gets a golden finger. No surprise? No surprise? It's like he already knew everything. There is also the part about the Chaos Divine Body. Doesn't this golden finger remind the protagonist that it cannot be used in the seal? The protagonist uses it and then it is no longer on him. If it happens to someone else, the protagonist won't complain? It's like you won 50 million in a lottery and then you can't use it. What's this? Then why is the psychological description so exciting when you see Ye Xiu? ) Well, that's it, I haven't even read Chapter 10!

If there are book friends who want to invite group members, you can leave a message below, preferably with regrets or tragedies.

I was poisoned in the first chapter, what a rubbish group, what a rubbish people!

This must be my first time trolling someone, and it's killing me. Maybe I've developed an appetite, and I can't stand it anymore...

After reading two chapters, I feel that I am clueless. The golden three chapters are considered useless.

How should I put it? Let me mention one thing first. As for the setting of Monkey King, which one did you take from Journey to the West? Well, although Sun Wukong is one of the four monkeys in the world, he was really weak when he was in Wuzhishan. He was just Taiyi Sanxian at that time, and the heaven was really playing monkey tricks on him. The one who honors her as empress, if simply Wukong in Journey to the West, is super strong. The only ones who can suppress Wukong are a few great gods such as Tathagata and Yuanzi Bodhi. But in Journey to the West, Nuwa is only the incarnation of Laojun, and there are not many great saints and Hongjun. Laojun has a high status and is weak, and the three pure gods have to offer gifts to Tathagata. In Journey to the West, magic weapons are mentioned, and their own strength is nothing. You have made it a bit nondescript!

In short, it is an article written by an author who has read too many romantic urban novels. The main character's name is female, and I don't know whether he is a male or a female. I always feel that he is a shemale. The content of the article is also written wherever I think of it.

This time I don't want to be a eunuch, I am still a eunuch

My head hurts, the position of the protagonist is unclear, the chat group is set up as a chat tool across the world, and it's so ridiculous, I don't know, I thought I was reading the original work. Actually, it was okay at first, but after getting to know the identity of the protagonist, it gradually started to feel like a romance novel.