Part 1
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"Er Ha and His White Cat Shizun" Author: Meat Buns Don't Eat Meat
Concise and concise copy: I wanted to bring my senior brother back, but unexpectedly I took it away... Master?
Eight kings attack x overlords receive.
Long-winded copywriting: Mo Ran felt that it was a mistake to worship Chu Wanning as a teacher.
His master is too cat-like, while he is like a silly dog wagging its head.
Dogs and cats are reproductively isolated, and the silly dog didn't want to stick out his furry paws to the cat.
He originally thought that a dog should be with a dog, such as his senior brother, who is beautiful and gentle, like a cute fox, the two of them must be a good match.
But after he died, he came back to life. After two lifetimes, the one he brought back to the nest was the snow-white cat Shizun whom he didn't even look down on at first.
Stupid enough to explode the table husky attack x arrogant bào irritable big white cat suffers
Ps.1. This is a story of trying to be good after a scumbag rebirth. Overhead comprehension text, do not need to examine carefully.
2. It is not so easy to follow the good, the road is long and the road is long, and this gentleman will seek it up and down. In the process of searching, it is inevitable that mistakes will still be made and muddled. Ladies and gentlemen, please bear with me.
3. The three views of attacking and receiving do not represent the three views of the author. You can spray characters, but do not spray the author~
4. Attack death is stupid and perverted, jīng is divided and scum, after rebirth, although there are changes, but the process is slow, please click the cross if you can't stand it! Point the fork! ! ! ! !
5. Being clean and attacking uncleanness
6.HE, 1V1, the problem of narration, the perspective of attack and receiver is mixed. Main attack perspective, controlled (well, it's the kind of shaking S control that will bully him if you love him, don't order it if you want to see the pet, crab).
7. Refuse to compare, refuse to pick up the list, refuse to attack with ginseng, and don’t attack with Cordyceps, Tiepi Fengdou and Dong-E-Ejiao. It’s fun to write texts, and happy to read texts. If you accidentally poke a reader’s sister’s thunder point, please try not to spray me. If you can’t stand it, click a fork. Hello, I’m fine, be gentle, pinch me and bite to death you.
8. What are you doing? Don't let me put together a lucky number?
Content tags: Under the new year, nüè is deeply in love, Xianxia cultivation, rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mo Ran, Chu Wanning ┃ Supporting role: Xue Meng, Shi Mei, Mei Hanxue, Yi Liu Yi Xu Ye Wang Xi ┃ Others:
Brief review of the work: Mo Weiyu, the emperor of the cultivation world, deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and he was unforgivable. The young man's shell is carrying the spirit of the old ghost. After being revived once, the truth hidden under the surface of the previous life surfaced one by one. Among them, what surprised him the most was the master, whom he hated deeply in his previous life, who has been secretly protecting him. Oneself... The human heart has changed, and the ghost repents and wants to be kind and follow the good, but the sin is heavy, can the blood on his hands really be washed away? The content of the story is compact, the emotional description is delicate, and the plot turns repeatedly, which is unexpected. No matter the protagonist or the supporting role, they are all multi-faceted. People are not simply bad people and good people, and things are not simple right or wrong. The author's writing starts from the perspective of the role, and tries to figure out and respect the inner thoughts of each character. The master who cares about his apprentice, Mo Weiyu, who is struggling in darkness and light, and even the inconspicuous little supporting role, have the most real flesh and blood.
Chapter 1 This seat is dead
When the ink burned before becoming the emperor, there were always people who called him a dog.
The shopkeeper scolded him as a son of a dog, the guests scolded him as a son of a bitch, his cousin scolded him as a dog, and his mother was the worst, calling him a son of a bitch.
Of course, there have always been some dog-related descriptions, not too bad. For example, his dewy relationships always carried a bit of feign anger, resenting him for being as strong as a male dog on the couch, his sweet words hooking people's souls, and the murder weapon under his body took Qingqing's life, but in a blink of an eye, he went to talk to him again. Others show off, so that everyone in the world knows that he is a handsome man, and he is full of gluttony who has tried it.
I have to say that these people are right, and the ink burns is indeed like a silly dog shaking his head and tail.
It was not until he became the emperor of the cultivation world that such titles suddenly disappeared.
One day, a Xiaoxianmen from far away gave him a milk dog.
The dog met in gray and white, with three clusters of fire on his forehead, a bit like láng. But it's only the size of a melon, and it looks like a melon head. However, because the legs are too short, they all ended in failure.
Mo Ran stared at the airy, but really brainless hairball, and suddenly laughed, and whispered while laughing, "dog thing."
The milk dog soon grew into a big dog, the big dog became an old dog, and the old dog became a dead dog.
The ink burned his eyes closed and opened again. His life has been ups and downs, ups and downs, and thirty-two years have passed.
He was tired of playing with everything, and felt boring and lonely. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer people around him, and even three fires have died. He feels that it is almost the end, and it is time to end.
Pinch a crystal and plump grape from the fruit bowl and slowly peel off the purple skin.
His movements were calm and skilful, like the Qiang King stripping off Orchid's clothes in the tent, with a bit of laziness. Bi Yingying's flesh trembled slightly on his fingertips, the juice oozing out, and the purple color was dim, like a wild goose carrying Danxia, like a begonia chūn falling asleep.
Like dirty blood.
He swallowed the greasy sweetness in his mouth, looked at his fingers, and raised his eyelids lazily.
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