The World of Cultivating Immortals Is All My Franchisees

In the ancient world of Chiyan with a high temperature of 8,000 degrees, the Fire Demon Lord, who was about to die of thirst, looked up to the sky and roared: "I would like to trade half a top-grade fire concentrate for a ladle of cold water!" The void suddenly tore apart, and a large bucket of Nongfu Spring "cracked" on his throne, and it came with a thermal machine to print a small ticket: [Note: Urgent! Weibing! No coriander! The Shen Yue who traveled through time was a mortal with five scumbags. He was out of breath even after climbing two steps on the mountain road. He was arrogant, cared about life and loved money. But he is bound to the [Interdimensional Commercial Logistics System of All Heavens], and comes with [Absolute Business Security Privileges]—— Dare to assassinate him? The sword broke into eight pieces on the spot, and the rebound force sent the assassin flying three thousand miles and fell upside down into the mire! Dare to chase him? The system determined that he had "maliciously obstructed trade", and a hundred years of life were deducted on the spot, plus he was forced to undergo general paralysis! What's even more terrible is the system's weird KPI: If he fails to complete the promotion task, he will be forced to wear a fluorescent pink tutu to lead the dance in the street, and even play his off-key "Love Like Fire" to the whole world for three days and three nights! In order to avoid being killed on the spot, Shen Yue had no choice but to let himself go and lead the entire world of immortality to push wildly: The proud swordsman put on a yellow takeout vest for the "five insurances and one housing fund", and the supersonic swordsman gave away tofu noodle; The decisive battle between good and evil was about to take place. The Demon King took out the communication jade slip and privately chatted with the leader of the alliance: "Brother, help me cut off the Xuanwu Armor. I am only short of 0.0001 Gold coin fragments!" The Forbidden Demon Ancestor, who has been sleeping for a hundred thousand years, is sitting at the door of the cave with a red armband and cracking melon seeds: "Report the last four digits of the pickup code! If you don't submit it, you won't get it!" Many years later, Mr. Shen, standing on the top of the sea of ​​stars, drank Bing Kuo Luo and waved his hand: "Preach my decree to the three thousand worlds in the heavens... Free shipping for everyone tonight!