【Introduction】

Feng Ran had never thought about one thing: he threw down his cold god, gave birth to a monkey for him, and then reached the peak of his life.

Feng Ran asked: How can we successfully catch up with our own god?

The Moon Master replied: The Buddha said it cannot be said.

However, once she was kicked down from the mortal world by the Heavenly King, she was not her own god, but a matchmaker system full of bugs!

The God who was thinking about was not caring about her stay or leave. Feng Ran said, "The rest of her life... I'd better live it by myself. The God of the God of the Strategy is not reliable at all."

There is no handsome man in the world: a young idol with a loyal dog, a sulky military master who is strongly pampering his wife, a proud and noble young master, a noble and cold regent... The key is that they all favor her only!

When I learned one day that these people's identities are actually...

Feng Ran really doesn’t know whether to be flattered? Or should she be flattered...

Small theater one,

One day, Feng Ran was walking on the street and looked at the scene of the girls screaming at a huge photo, and felt very disdainful.

At this moment, an arm suddenly appeared on her waist and hugged her into her arms. The man behind her asked with a smile: "Are you jealous?"

The low and nice sounds are full of indelible pampering.

Mr. Ran hummed and did not answer.

"Will you just look for it alone when you go back tonight?"

The man lowered his head, bit her ear lightly, and his voice was filled with temptation.

"..." A woman's face, which thought she was comparable to the city wall, instantly burned like fire.

Small Theater 2,

All the gods in the Nine Heavens know that the god in Xuanweixing Palace is unparalleled in wisdom and mature and steady.

In the past, Feng Ran could still deeply agree.

But now looking at the guy in front of her who even wanted to snatch a peach from her son, she couldn't help but hold her forehead: Who is the childish ghost in front of her?

All the fairies in the Nine Heavens knew that the god in Xuanweixing Palace was like a flower on a high mountain, and could be viewed from afar but not close to it.

Feng Ran pushed away someone's handsome face and then put it on: Who is the rogue beside her who doesn't know what kind of moral integrity is?

All the gods and immortals in the Nine Heavens said that the god in Xuanweixing Palace had no desires or desires and was not close to women.

One night on a dark and windy night, Feng Ran shrank at the corner of the bed, biting the quilt, rubbing her almost broken waist, looking at the guy in front of him who turned into a wolf at night, and was in tears: Who is the hungry wolf in front of him who bit her so badly that he didn't even leave any scum?!

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【wedge】

The back was like a laurel tree in Guanghan Palace, still upright and not as human as it was.

A gust of wind blew in the yard, and the wind blew the man's spotless robe. The pine and bamboo pictures on the robe were vivid. When the wind blew, it seemed to blow the branches and leaves above.

She looked at his back, and he turned his back to her with his hands on his back.

Such a scene has been staged every day for thousands of years.

She was also used to looking at his back like this.

However, this time, it was the last time she looked at his back like a sad and bitter horn.

After packing up his thoughts, Feng Ran restrained the surging emotions in his eyes, bowed to the man Yingying, and then slowly stood up from the ground.

In a light tone as always, she said to the back: "Master, the disciple is gone." Her tone was as light as if she said she would go to play next door for a while and would come back soon.

The back was still motionless. If Feng Ran had not felt his breath, she would have thought that there was a stone statue standing in front of her.

A curvature rose slightly, Feng Ran smiled self-deprecatingly, and finally turned around and left.

...

The old gods in the Nine Heavens all say that Zhuxiantai is the coldest place in the entire heaven.

Perhaps it is because there have been countless gods who violate the Heavenly Territory here, and those resentment that cannot be dissipated gathered here to form it.

However, Feng Ran had been to extremely cold places that were colder than here. In such cold places, she had been alone for hundreds of years. So in her opinion, the coldness of Zhuxiantai was nothing.

"Star Lord, have you figured it out? This jump may never get up again."

The old woman who accompanied Feng Ran all the way, looked at Feng Ran's dazed face and couldn't help but ask more questions.

Feng Ran nodded a little slowly, then looked at the direction of Xuanweixing Palace behind her, and said lightly: "This may be the one I thought the most clearly."

"That little old man only hopes that Xingjun can return soon." said the Yue Lao.

"I borrow your good words."

As she said that, Feng Ran glanced at the Zhuxian Platform, stopped for a while, then took off and slowly walked towards the Zhuxian Platform. Looking at the unfathomable black vortex below, she closed her eyes, held her breath and jumped down...

The moment the consciousness was swallowed, a white dress seemed to appear in front of me...

[Wedge part, you can skip it and read the main text~]

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It's time to make up a thousand words, but the wedge is a bit short. I'll use an introduction to make up for it... Don't mind...
Chapter completed!