A Guide to Scumbag Cultivation
Qiao Xitan had transmigrated. At the beginning of the game, her husband, whom she had never met before, had died, and she had a three-year-old brother who was half starved to death.
The young lord of the demon race, Xuan Wei, possessed a country boy. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Xitan, whose face was covered by a black birthmark. He was expressionless as he drank the goat milk that Qiao Xitan had handed him.
Qiao Xitan stroked the child's furry head,"Don't panic, I can still live."
Qiao Xitan, who had successfully survived, made a fried potato fried chicken steak and brought Xuanwei step by step to open a chain fast food restaurant. Xuanwei, who had originally wanted to return to the demon world, was served more and more comfortably and actually did not want to return to the demon world.
However, when he did not return to the Devil World, someone from the Devil World came knocking on his door. However, at this moment, Qiao Xitan had the opportunity to cultivate immortality. Xuan Wei immediately hugged Qiao Xitan's thigh and went to the immortal sect.
This was Qiao Xitan's first time cultivating. She had wanted to cultivate properly and become a good cultivator who was motivated and motivated. However, why did the future son-in-law of the sect master look so much like her deceased husband?
Later on, Qiao Xitan took the divorce letter and was looking for an opportunity to start a love line, but she was blocked in a corner by Xuan Wei, who had changed his identity.
[Xuanwei: Look for me!] (Yelling)
Qiao Xitan: (In a low voice)
Walking bullet screen, machine mouth cannon king, vengeful little beauty x filter, walking 10,000 meters, punching bag, worrying about the young master of the demon race
(Note: Men and women are clean, simple and unadorned, cultivating and farming)
live on the fence
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This story might have potential, but by all that is holy, I can't feckin find it. I tried. I really did, but I couldn't get past chapter 10. If I had to compare the grammatical prowess of the editor to a functioning member of society, it would be equal to Jeffrey Dahmer. I gave myself a migraine attempting to process the massacre of the english language that is this story. If this story is ever picked through by actual editor, I might come back. It's highly unlikely, however, given the ptsd I am developing after walking through the literary equivalent of Auschwitz.