For those who work part-time to earn money... The cruelest thing in the world is probably that the money he has worked hard to earn is used up in an instant before he can be warmed up....and Li Xuan is now in this state of male and female tears...

Li Xuan, who completed the protection researcher's collection of the data on the location of the source of the collapse and received a bonus of more than 100,000 yuan, was silently used up by a certain Bai who knew his bank account just after the money arrived... The process did not take more than half an hour.

Someone who turned grief and anger into strength resolutely turned his indignation into sleep, so he directly covered the quilt and began to sleep for ten hours....

When the next day, after a long time at home, she changed into a maid dress again and began to compete with Yae Sakura for housework, when Liv, the younger sister Shake Liv, came to wake up her master, Li Xuan was a drool, kicking on the quilt on the bed with one foot in the air and about to step on the ground... Sleep is an abomination.

"Master, get up... Yae... Tsk, Miss Sakura has prepared breakfast for you to eat..."Since watching a certain film called "Sister Shake Dragon", Liv has made up her mind to work hard to be a sister shake again, and she is quite unhappy with a certain pink-haired woman who often steals her own job and takes possession of her own master...

"Hmm... Clam~..."The sleepy-eyed Li Xuan sat up from the bed, reached out and rubbed his messy hair... Then he quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth...

"Master, this morning Fu Hua sent you a competition form..."Liv, who stretched out her hand and calmly took out a piece of paper from the hem of her skirt, handed it to Li Xuan and said...

"Uh... Well, okay..."For Liv who was taking something from inside her skirt, he was still stunned for a moment before reaching out and taking the slightly warm piece of paper... There is a dimensional space in Liv's skirt, Li Xuan still knows...

"The Origin Contest... Light Competition... Let go of your fantasies, the youthful fantasies written on scratch paper, those wild imaginations, those missed, put down, longed, budding, and ambiguous feelings, do you urgently need to vent? The only thing that is not ordinary is probably the last paragraph...

"The champion, runner-up, and third runner-up will be selected according to the average ranking...... The winner of the championship can get a prize of 1 million, omni-channel promotion, physical book publishing opportunities..."This series of words instantly attracted someone's attention...

As Li Xuan, who likes stories, he once wrote a little bit in high school, but in the end he gave up temporarily because of his studies, but he is also half an industry insider... Omni-channel and physical book publishing are even more crazy than the 1 million prize, they bring not only more money and wealth, but also fame that takes time to accumulate...

Li Xuan can already imagine how many people will try their best to fight for that one spot in this competition... The so-called thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge...

"How can I win the championship based on what I wrote?..." As an adult, Li Xuan understands his own ability... Although I can write something, my experience is still too shallow, and it is not easy to write something that touches people's hearts...

He's just a budding newcomer... If he wants to write those classics, such as "Dragons" and "Harry Potter" that he likes to watch, there is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away...

"Alas~..."Sighing, Li Xuan still put down the paper in his hand... The hope of winning the award is so slim... Inexistent.

"Master, I'm going to prepare the ingredients for noon first..."Liv, who woke up the master, took out a green onion stick from the hem of her skirt and said to Li Xuan with a smile...

"Well, okay..."Li Xuan, who was a little depressed, raised his head and said casually... It's just that his gaze stays on his sister's trembling right hand... It was a green onion stick, perfectly shaped, and the two green onion leaves were as green as jade... The most important thing is that this and the onion stick give Li Xuan a strong sense of familiarity... Where does he seem to have seen...

"Huh?" Noticing that Li Xuan's gaze was focused on the onion stick in his hand, Liv explained, "Master, this onion stick is the one you prayed for before..."

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"Liv found that no matter how much she used this onion stick, it would grow back in no time, which was amazing... And the taste is also fried chicken, I want to treat it as an heirloom..."Liv held the green onion stick high in Li Xuan's bewildered eyes, as if she had grasped the future at this moment... This is probably the first onion stick in the history of the heirloom...

"Uh... It's good if you're happy..."Scratching his cheek, Li Xuanqiang said with a smile... I didn't expect that the things that came out of the prayer gate would have this ability... So what's inside the Prayer Gate?

Li Xuan, who was still thinking about the competition, suddenly had a flash of inspiration...

"That's right...", he hurriedly took out his phone from his pillow and opened the search browser... Then I typed a few words with patience and apprehension...

Two seconds later, the answer was reached...

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"How the soul is born, and under what conditions...", the white fingers pinched the tip of the black fountain pen and slowly wrote on the page...

"It's a pity, before the sixth place came, the gem was taken away by the inverse entropy..."Putting down the diamond-encrusted custom pen in his hand, the man sighed and said..."Take it away, why is there no news that the group of guys in the inverse entropy made the lawgiver until now..."

"........" No one responded in the quiet laboratory, and only men were allowed to enter the research room located in the basement of the church...

"That's not what Cocolia does," he muttered, and the man picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip of it... The expression enjoys, and it seems to be recalling the mellow aroma of black tea...

"What is the mystery of the soul?... "Holding the warm black tea, the man raised his head and looked at the snow-white ceiling and said... The lighting in the room was a little dim, but you could still see that not far from the high platform where the man was sitting, the ground was full of dense cultivation tanks...

"So many samples still haven't been born..."

The man shifted his gaze and looked indifferently at the things under the steps, and a white-haired woman was suspended in those dense cultivation tanks...