I Was Supposed to Become a God After Ranking Up, but I Turned into a Seraph

Offering incense, burning paper money, and sweeping tombs

After marinating the pigeon with salt, pepper, and thyme, brush the skin with honey and bake it in the oven until it turns golden red and is cooked through. (2) Cut the winter melon into shapes, blanch it, stir-fry it with butter, and season with salt and pepper. (3) Sauté the chopped onion in butter until fragrant, add rice and diced tomatoes, stir-fry, then add chicken broth, salt, and pepper and simmer until cooked. Mix in cheese. (3) Place the roasted pigeon in a bowl and serve with winter melon and rice. Method 2 1.

Ah Xian has probably already uninstalled the app platform and will 1000% never come back to write this book. This book will probably never have an ending. Let's all pray!

Just like charging up before unleashing a Kamehameha, I'll be updating one less chapter today, but tomorrow will be the climax. Because no one commented or posted, I was really panicking. The early parts were quite passionate, but my mindset and writing quality started to fluctuate in the middle. Uh, I've rambled on a lot—but I got a contract today, which makes me feel a little better. Anyway, keep going! This is just a bunch of rambling nonsense, but consider it motivation for my writing.

The premise is great, the plot is good, but I won't stick with it. Many people still have expectations for the novel. If you try to persevere and make changes, I believe things will be different. Many established authors have gone through this process. You can ignore it, you can skip it, but don't shut out the fans who have expectations of you. (This isn't just motivational fluff, drink it down! (乂`д´)) Or, if possible, you might as well give it a try. In conclusion, I believe in those fans who have expectations of you; your novel is meant to live up to their expectations and let more people see your world.

If you can't think of anything, I suggest you stay single.

This is a series I'll never see again in my lifetime, meow~

The author is dead; the grass on his grave has grown three meters tall. If you need anything, burn some paper money for him; otherwise, just leave.

Raise your hand if you were drawn in by the cover.

Hahaha, transparent hair is basically bald, right? So the main character is bald?