The Great Storyteller - Chapter 100 - Face It (1)

This novel is also known as Fey Evolution Merchant

The shining stars and birds flying in the blue sky and white clouds, the fast shadow clouded leopards hunting and hunting in the vast grasslands, the acid eroded pythons hiding in the shadows of trees in the mottled rain forest, and the chalky Canglong dragon under the deep blue sea.

Lin Yuan found that he could allow infinite evolution of spirits, and continuously purify the bloodline.

Dust butterfly-stainless steel butterfly-emerald green butterfly-royal tourmaline butterfly.

This is a pure pet article, a world of beast masters.

- Description from MTL

“Even if Yama wants a person dead, Almighty Ye can bring them back to life!”The one in a century miracle doctor, Ye Qianli, fights the King of Hell, King Yama, and the Grim Reaper with a silver needle in one hand. She winsevery battle and never fails.In a transmigration, she becomes the princess of a dynasty. It was a pity that she's not doted on by her father and mother. She is even framed by hercousin who wants to destroy her goddess body, snatch her man, and steal hermoney.Scram!With the godly doctor possessing her body, she becomes ferocious.Cultivating a divine cultivation technique and refining divine pills, she tramples on bitches and slaps their faces, I'll let you know what it means tobe the favored daughter of heaven! She can produce worldly treasures herselfand picks up treasure everywhere she goes. It just makes one envious andjealous.In a unfortunate sequence of events, due to an intense poison, she “offends” a cold and handsome man in a moment of desperation.Legend had it the revered one in the dynasty, the Prince Charming of theeducational institution. If he catches her, he would want to torture and killher. What should she do?

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.