Li Shiyue followed his parents to escape famine, but his parents wanted to divorce him while he was still on the road.

Li Shiyue, who was worrying about how to take advantage of the system, stepped forward first and knelt down in front of his scumbag father.

"Dad, my dear dad, don't you want Mom anymore?"

While wailing in fake tears and thinking about how to continue the performance, Li Shiyue kowtowed twice to his scumbag father with his head hitting the ground in just two or three breaths.

"Dad, my dear dad, since you dislike my foolish brother and dislike me for being a girl, and now you have a new child, then let my brother and I follow Mom.

If we can't survive on this journey of fleeing famine, at least the three of us can die together and have each other on the road to the underworld.

Dad, my dear dad, please let the three of us die together!"

......

When both parties put their fingerprints on the divorce agreement, a cheerful ding-dong-ding sound rang in Li Shiyue's ears.

"Congratulations host, you have completed the novice mission! You have received a chance to draw a prize."

After a while of gurgling music, a ball fell from the egg shaker on the virtual screen.

She stretched out her finger and tapped again, and then she felt three soybean-sized objects in her hand, which looked like sugar pills.

"Congratulations to the host, you won three beauty pills."

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With a system with a strange name, Li Shiyue and his family worked together to move to their new home, and a story full of warmth and drama unfolded.

This article is also known as "Another Day of Sheep-Feeding the System" and "The Growth Path of a Female Warlord".

During the chaotic times of the Immortal Dynasty, numerous sects arose. Cui Hu, a time traveler, was sold into the Paper Man Sect by his clan. He began his daily routine of felling trees, peeling bark, and making and cutting paper figures. Then, unexpectedly, his gift awakened. Not only did he achieve immortality, but he could also simply read a technique and enter the realm of cultivation. With diligent practice, he advanced, with no bottlenecks to overcome. After becoming a "Paper Man Evil Cultivator," Cui Hu could no longer stop, forcing himself step by step on his path to becoming a master of the Demonic Sect.

"Disciple, I have become your master!"

Li Yunshu looked up at his master who was ascending on the clouds.

"Master, we both ate Jianshouqing, so why can you ascend to heaven while I can only see the subtitles?"

A subtitle appears above everyone's head, which is the secret deep in their heart.

Li Yunshu originally wanted to turn a blind eye to these secrets and live his life peacefully.

But he never expected that he would contradict the empress at the very beginning.

Helplessly, he could only whisper in the empress's ear.

"Your Majesty, you don't want this to be known to others."

The universe is upside down, and all laws are out of order.

Man has taken away the essence of heaven, and heaven has abandoned man.

The way to immortality is vague, and eternal life is empty. I have created my own way and found eternal life in the abyss.

"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."

Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.

The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.

Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.

Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.

At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -

You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]

You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]

[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]

You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

Family flow, mortal flow, has a very ordinary golden finger

Xu Zhiyu traveled to a world of immortal cultivation along with a talisman. His parents were both cultivators, and he had a grandfather in the foundation-building stage. He originally wanted to just lay down and become a third-generation cultivator, but later realized that this was just a dream. Every family has its own problems!

With monsters and beasts surging outside and powerful forces oppressing the family inside, the family is in a worrying situation!

If he wants to survive in this world of cultivation, he has to rely on himself!

It's a lighthearted, story-driven series with fewer fighting scenes, and a focus on warmth and a touch of humor!

Welcome to Ataria, the kingdom above the clouds.

Let's open the door, pick up our walking sticks, and start our adventure from here——

Through the hills of cloud and sea, like floating grass, the shallow river sparkles;

The fields flow with gold and honey, full of laughter, and under the low house of Rodale, melodious songs are heard.

Through the ancient forest of Egonn, where branches grow thick and whisper in the darkness;

Across the steep ridges and towering mountains, dark shadows lurked in the underground world, dangers lurked everywhere, and the sword refracted its light.

A story about a boy chasing his dream. Above the sky and clouds, the shadow of a giant dragon soars with wings spread.

And after the time has passed, the fire is still bright.

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".

In the first year of Taihe in the Great Xia Dynasty, the world was extremely prosperous and bustling.

The emperor of Yujing cultivates immortality, and the queen of heaven in the palace worships Buddha.

The Lu family built a spider tower that could climb over the mountains, and the Mo family built a flying roc that could surpass it.

Among the upper nine classes, there emerged a sage who inherited the unique skills.

Among the lowest classes, a famous swordsman came and opened a new world.

Military strategists kill millions with swords and spears, and famous masters can kill people with their words.

The secret art of Yin and Yang can reverse the universe and stir up chaos in the mountains and rivers.

The barbarians in the north are heading south, and the ancient gods in the old village want to open up the sea.

In the government, most people are seeking fame and fortune, while in the world, there are many chivalrous people.

The victor is a king and the loser is a bandit in a moment, but subtle words and great principles are passed down for generations.

Conflicts in the world arise from fame and fortune, and justice lies in the hearts of people.