Bound to the scumbag male system, the goddesses always want to keep me

"Are you talking about me?"

Lu Xun was a little confused. He was clearly trapped by the Blue Silver Tree, so how did he end up here?

And when did I become Cao Yang?

Or have I traveled through time again?

No, no?

Really not?

Maybe this is a dream... maybe it's a very advanced illusion... maybe it's related to the inheritance trial...

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind... and finally I decided to just accept what has happened.

"Junior Brother Cao, you are not suffering from the Soul Separation Syndrome again, are you?" At the end of the conversation, Hou Yuming muttered, "Hey, why did I say again?"

Snapped.

A slap was heard, and the space was instantly frozen for thousands of miles.

"Brother Hou, does it hurt?"

Lu Xun's eyes were smiling, like a master who had seen through everything in the world. Just now, a large amount of memories flooded in, no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say awakening.

At this moment, he really became Cao Yang, at least this exquisite skin belonged to Cao Yang.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, what do you want to do?"

Hou Yuming covered his left cheek and asked.

"This means that Brother Hou is not dreaming, and I don't have soul separation syndrome."

"Why don't you hit yourself then?"

"If I hit myself, I'd be really sick."

"Alas, if you have such awareness, you shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess. After today, let's see how you will explain to Lord Wang."

"Brother Hou, someone is dead! That was a life, a life!"

"Hasn't the department come to a conclusion? That man was killed by the Fiery Tiger. Things like this happen every day. If you care about it, can you handle it?"

"You know, the murderer is not a monster, but a human. The foundation of the Immortal Mirror is to seek fairness for all the immortals."

"No, Junior Brother Cao, I don't know, and neither do you. Fairness is just talk, don't take it seriously. It's addictive, I've given it up long ago. Besides, for ninth-rank immortals like us, being alive is a blessing in itself. Is fairness important?"

Lu Xun looked directly into Hou Yuming's eyes and asked, "Isn't it important?"

"Is it important?"

"Isn't it important?"

"Junior Brother Cao, you are just asking for trouble by saying that. It doesn't matter whether we think it is important or not. What matters is what they think."

Hou Yuming looked up and pointed to the sky, where there were many moons or suns hanging.

Each one is big, round and bright, and comes in yellow, green, blue and red, colorful. It is where the gods live.

The place is collectively called the Immortal Palace. The big shots of the Zhengxianjian also live in the Immortal Palace. Many people say that if they can take a trip to the Immortal Palace, it will be worth it even if they die.

But looking up from below, they look like big, round, beautiful and tempting pancakes.

At this moment, Lu Xun wanted to say in surprise: "Look, the cake in the sky is so big and round!"

"Perhaps the gods who are high above us don't care at all, but the deceased do, and so do their families. I am the Immortal Mirror, and I am doing this for the sake of righteousness between heaven and earth."

Lu Xun spoke with great righteousness. He knew that the gods high above didn't care at all. To them, the human world was just a series of dramas. The lives of the lower-class gods could be lost, but it had to be interesting.

In their eyes, fairness is nothing more than a rule, like the pie in the sky, which you may never be able to eat, but you can see it.

This kind of hope itself is more cruel than despair.

To use Ju Dixing's words, the gods who are high above must be self-cultivated actors, and they are all masters of PUA.

Lu Xun knew that I had to play the role well, and since I was supposed to cooperate with the performance, I had to do my best.

If we can seek some unfair justice for this purpose, it will make Zhengxianjian interesting.

This kind of interesting and genuine mirror of immortals is what the great men and the high and mighty gods want to see.

If the people below don't fight each other to the death, how can those great gods dare to sit on the dragon throne with peace of mind?

"I will report to the department that your soul separation syndrome has recurred!"