I Thought I Got the Redemption Script

    Three days later, the Royal Food Festival ended.

    After the diners who were invited to the Royal Food Festival went back, it was inevitable that some people would ask curiously how this Royal Food Festival was.

    At this time, whether it is good or bad, they all fell into a strange silence.

    Good thing it's unheard of, and bad thing it has merit.

    This world of self-cultivation has never lacked people who dare to try, and there is also no shortage of people like Yu Que who love the food like snail powder durian for the first time.

    Of course, there is no shortage of people who can't speak to a bowl of something that smells strongly.

    In short, this year's Royal Food Festival, the word of mouth is extremely polarized.

    Therefore, the 222nd Royal Food Festival of Shiweitian has become the most controversial Royal Food Festival since the establishment of Shiweitian.

    The Royal Food Festival is over, the food is cold, and the black iron is fried.

    Diners who left from Shiweitian couldn't hold back and began to express their opinions on Xuantieling.

    The polarization of this Royal Food Festival first appeared at this time.

    The monks who expressed their feelings on the Xuan Tie Ling were clearly divided into two factions.

      His refusal was beyond words, and he even scolded Shiweitian to bring this stinky thing to the Imperial Food Festival to be grandstanding, and all the snail fans are heretical!

    The other faction immediately fell in love with this one after a brave attempt, and praised this Royal Food Festival on Xuantie Ling, bluntly saying that the innovation of the young master this time is simply genius This move, the stinky tofu of the lion lions is forever dripping with gods, and they are going to hit the big wall for the lions!

    The two factions were shocked when they read each other's comments.

    Some people think that people who can eat such stinky things are just ill, and some people think that the other party is just trying to find fault.

    The cultivators are not very patient people. If they disagreed, they scolded them directly on the Xuan Tie Ling.

    In the comprehension world where entertainment conditions are relatively backward, this incident alone is enough to dominate Xuan Tie Ling for several months.

      Love wants to live, and evil wants to die.

    But as usual, it is only half a month after the Royal Food Festival that they can taste the food on the Royal Food Festival, and they have already prepared for half a month.

    And this time, almost with the scolding battle on Xuantie Ling, Shiweitian immediately listed a lot of food such as snail powder on the main page of his sect.

    Then it was sold out in an instant.

    Immediately, there were many more comments on the food such as snail lion powder on the Xuantie Ling, and the words were very fierce, and the scolding war suddenly escalated again.

    The cultivators who didn't buy anything were simply curious, and even the cultivators who didn't plan to buy it at first couldn't help but want to buy it and try it at home.

    What is it and what kind of peculiar taste can it make people who eat it evaluate it so extreme.

    At the time when the entire cultivation world's expectations for the food of Shiweitian reached its peak, Shiweitian did not release the purchase quota.

    A hunger marketing in the cultivation world slowly kicked off.

      It's the food festival.

    A public opinion storm instantly pushed the 222nd Royal Food Festival to the top.

    At this time, Yu Que, who single-handedly manipulated the storm of public opinion, put away the mysterious iron decree and hid his merits and fame.

    From the beginning to the peak of this scolding battle, in just a few hours, the young sect master watched the whole process, and at this time his jaw dropped.

    He asked with admiration: "Miss Yu, why did you find a fake account to scold us?"

    Yu Que reminded him: "This is called the Navy."

    Sect Master hurriedly said: "Oh Shuijun, why do you ask Shuijun to scold us, what if someone really believes it and doesn't buy our stuff?"

    I have been swimming in the melon fields of the 21st century for more than 20 years, and I have experienced all kinds of wonderful reversals, big and small, and the old fried dough sticks, who are well versed in customer psychology, sneered, saying that this little boy The door owner is really naive.

    She asked, "What would you do if it were you?"

    Young Sect Master's face was a little red, but he still answered seriously: "I think everyone still has some misunderstandings about Luoshi fans. My words, even if I use this method, I want to tell everyone, Lion powder is delicious."

    Oh, that's a good review.

    But the creatures like customers are all rebellious.

    Luoshi powder is not a food that everyone can accept.

    It's better to regard people who are not their target users and who can't accept Luoshi fans as their help.

    A thing, one-sided praise, it is meaningless, one-sided scolding, word-of-mouth collapse, only boasting and scolding, and the words are fierce, those who like it can’t stand others scolding it, and those who don’t like it don’t accept it When others praise it, everyone will be curious.

    Otherwise, why did she win the hot search for things like salty and sweet tofu brain in her previous life? Is it really because everyone has nothing to do? Do not! This is everyone maintaining the orthodoxy in their hearts!

    Moreover, what Yu Que did was not just to find a few navy soldiers to make a fool of himself.

    Hunger marketing, guiding public opinion, pushing topics that are only discussed by a few people on the hot search in the cultivation world, and hiding merit and fame.

      Miss Yu is half-successful."

    Jing Ming immediately looked over in surprise, and Yu Que couldn't help but be surprised.

    She was trying to make some pocket money by manipulating public opinion for them at first, but she didn't expect...

    Semi-percentage, it seems to be very little, how big is the size of the food is the sky, with this half-percentage…

    Yu Que took a deep breath!

    Is it possible that she will start her career as a rich woman from today? !

    Yu Que looked at the door master.

    The door owner smiled slightly: "Miss Yu, the future sales of Luoshi fans will depend on you."

    Yu Que: "…"

    Understood, the commission system, the more she sells, the more money she earns, from now on she has to work hard for food.

    Yu Que pondered for a moment.

    She thought of her classmates who were arrogant and unpopular, and the Seven Nian Sect, who had nothing but a few peaks.

    In an instant, the heavy responsibility of raising a family was placed on Yu Que.

    Yu Que immediately became serious and said decisively: "Deal!"

    It takes time to draw up the spiritual deed. The sect master agreed to deliver the spiritual deed tomorrow, and Yu Que left with a deep kick.

    The Royal Food Festival is over, and the diners are almost gone. When Yu Que went back, Master and the others also packed up and prepared to leave.

    Seeing Yu Que coming back, the master asked, "Queer, put away your things, we should go."

    Yu Que sat down on the chair with a big horse, and said deeply: "Maybe I can't leave for the time being."

    Master raised his eyebrows.

    Yu Que said reservedly: "The sect master gave me half of the profit of Luoshi Fan, and I have to wait for the spiritual contract to come out."

    This time, everyone really looked over.

    Everyone looked at each other.

    Little Junior Sister's small eyes are sparkling, obviously wanting to be praised.

    Everyone laughed, and as Yu Que wished, they praised her.

    Yu Que was complimented, turned his head and asked in surprise, "Where is the little brother?"

    Master paused and said, "Your little brother has something to do, you can wait for him to come back..."

    At this time, Yu Que's self-confidence was inflated, and he thought how could this be done.

    She must let the little brother see how good she is for the first time!

    She said, I'll go to the little brother, and ran out without saying a word.

    Master and Senior Sister looked at each other, and their expressions both showed concern.

    After Yu Que ran out, he met Yu Jue before he could find his little brother.

    She walked down the street in despair, she didn't know what she was holding in her hand, it seemed to be a letter, Yu Que walked towards her, she immediately put the letter into the storage ring in a panic, Watching her warily.

    Yu Que thinks this person is crazy, can she still grab a letter from her?

    Yu Que walked over without squinting.

    Passing by her, the neuropathy suddenly asked: "Yu... eldest sister, didn't you practice swords before? Why don't you practice swords now?"

    Yu Que stopped.

    She turned her head suddenly and looked at her fixedly.

    Yu Jue felt guilty at first, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

    Yu Que smiled at first sight.

    She smiled and said: "Look, you don't know why I practiced the sword in the first place, it's boring to ask if you know it."

    Yu Jue was about to retort that she didn't know, when Yu Jue tilted her head and asked, "So, are you in a hurry?"

    Yu Jue blurted out: "What am I anxious about, what am I anxious about!"

    Yu Que chuckled, and said casually, "What are you in a hurry for? If you are in a hurry, if I don't practice swords... What should you do?"

    Yu Jue subconsciously took two steps back and looked at her in a panic.

    Yu Que straightened up.

    In the original book, Yu Que was not suitable for practicing swords, but he was still pressed to practice swords for ten years.

    Because she, the container of spiritual roots, must fit with Yu Jue to the greatest extent possible.

    Yu Que was not sure if the original heroine knew about this.

    And now it seems, whether she knew it before or not, now she is the default.

    Yu Que's face with a cheerful smile calmed down.

    She said calmly, "What I want to do is none of your business."

    …

    "What I want to do is none of your business."

    Yan Xingzhou looked at the two magic cultivators calmly.

    On the first day of the Royal Food Festival, he found out that two magic cultivators had come to the Royal Food Festival. Something happened that was different from his previous life. He was curious and wanted to see how the two demon cultivators found him.

    However, the two magic cultivators did not look for him until the end of the Imperial Food Festival, as if they were afraid of something.

    Seeing that they were about to leave, fortunately, Yan Xingzhou took the initiative to have a "random encounter" with them.

    Probably felt that the opportunity was a rare gift from heaven, but these two magic cultivators spoke up this time.

    Yan Xingzhou waited patiently for what flowers they could say.

    Then he found out that the two magic cultivators this time have not found him with high quality for the first time in his life.

    He patiently listened to the two magicians in front of him chatting for a long time. Seeing that they couldn't get to the point, his patience finally ran out.

    "What I want to do is none of your business."

    The two cultivators who were half-speaking suddenly got stuck, the cultivator with red stripes on his face and the cultivator with white stripes looked at each other.

    After a while, the red-striped man chuckled and said unhurriedly: "It seems that you already know your life experience?"

    Yan Xingzhou glanced at him, this time it was really annoying.

    The things that each other knows very well, if you don't pretend to say a few words, it seems that you won't be able to speak.

    His time is precious, why can't everyone speak well?

    After he arrived in the Demon Clan in his last life, every Demon Clan person corrected his bad habits. In front of him, he could say something clearly in one sentence, and never let him hear the second nonsense.

    You're polite. In this life, he doesn't want to correct any bad habits for the demons.

    The red-striped man seemed to say something again, Yan Xingzhou frowned in distress and pondered, but he didn't hear much.

    He only felt that the other party was a little noisy.

    So he waved his hand lightly.

    The rest of the white-patterned people were startled and immediately drew their swords.

    Yan Xingzhou glanced at him, but he didn't see any movement, but his sword broke in two on the spot.

      The demon embryo that was born has also learned the justice of the human race, do you want to attack your kind?"

    Yan Xingzhou laughed on the spot.

    I haven't called him a demon embryo for many years, and he still sounds quite fresh.

    He chuckled: "Did you not understand something?"

    The white striped man looked over vigilantly.

    Yan Xingzhou was even more happy, and said casually: "You also said that I am a demon embryo, a natural evil, so what is the difference between you in front of me and the human race in front of me?"

    His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt: "You are also worthy of being my kind?"

    He raised his hand, as if he wanted to.

    At this moment, there was a faint voice in the distance.

     "Little Senior Brother! Where did you go!"

    Yan Xingzhou's face changed.

    For some reason, there was a momentary panic in his heart.

    This panic made him only have time to knock the white-striped man into the air, turned and strode out.

    The sound fades away.

    The white-striped man lay on the ground and gasped in pain. After a long time, he got up and helped the more seriously injured red-striped man.

    There was looming fear in his eyes, and he muttered: "Evil seed, so this is the evil seed..."

    No conscience, no justice, no identity.

    Everyone is an ant in his eyes.

    The red striped man slowly got up, coughed, and said, "We underestimated him."

    The white-patterned man came back to his senses, paused for a moment, and said, "Then we now..."

    The red striped man took a deep breath and said: "The second plan is to force him to stay in the human race, he must go to the demon race!"

    But...

    Nowadays, the number of magic cultivators who can enter the human world is limited.

    They have to find a way to realize the plan without being easily discovered by the other party.

    The two supported each other and thought hard.

    At this moment, a monk brushed the black iron order and passed by them.

    In an instant, the eyes of the two were focused on Xuan Tie Ling.

    Yes!

    In the afternoon, a new account was registered on Xuantieling for less than an hour and posted strange content on Xuantieling.

    But now everyone's eyes are on the raging battle of incense and smell, and no one pays any attention to him.

    The two magic cultivators sent out a post with strict wording, and it sank to the bottom in less than a quarter of an hour.

    Only one person commented.

    —Brother, fishing like this is not fashionable these days.

    The two magic cultivators looked at the only reply, gasped.

    Baiwenren flipped through the most popular posts on Xuantieling, and it was all about the Imperial Food Festival.

    He was shocked, "There are so many people discussing such a smelly thing in the cultivation world!"

    The red-striped man was more stable, and immediately said: "Post it under the highly discussed post, someone will read it."

    So, in less than a quarter of an hour, an inexplicable text from the same account appeared in all the popular posts on Xuantieling.

    The text is too long, I don't want to read it, but it has nothing to do with the post, it may be a small advertisement, report it.

    In less than half an hour, the things they sent with great effort were reported cleanly.

    The two sat together, staring at each other.

    After a while, the white-patterned man said cautiously, "This world of self-cultivation is really scary."

    The red striped man closed his eyes and said nothing.

    It was not what he wanted.

    He opened his eyes immediately and said, "The female cultivator who just came to look for the evil seed, is it the little junior sister who is following the evil seed."

    The white striped person recalled and nodded: "The sound is like."

    The red striped man immediately sneered: "Then we will start with the people around him. The people around him don't trust him anymore. I see how he can stay in the cultivation world!"

    He doesn't believe that this group of monks of the righteous way can endure an evil seed!

    Baiwenren's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "You mean..."

    The two looked at each other and nodded.

    Half an hour later.

    Yu Que's Xuan Tie Ling suddenly vibrated, Yu Que opened it and found that she had received a private message from an unfamiliar account.

    She opened it and looked.

    It is half-literal, and it is very difficult to read.

    It seems that she is saying that her senior brother is not a good person. If you want to know more, you can contact them anywhere.

    Yu Que's expression suddenly changed.

    The system was startled, thinking she had guessed it, and said cautiously: "Host..."

    Yu Que looked solemn and said solemnly: "System, do you remember how the fraudulent text messages were written in the 21st century?"

    The system is bewildered to call up the database of the twenty-first century.

    Your son is in my hands, I want to give up **** million...

    Your son is in jail, **** million bail…

    Your car insurance…

    Your card…

    The system was stiff and looked at the message sent by the other party,

    Your senior brother is not a good person, what if you want to know.

    The format is identical.

    Ah...

    Yu Que was heartbroken: "Sure enough, it's a scam! It's true that people are not old in the world! There are actually scams in the world of self-cultivation."

    Yu Que's sense of justice broke out immediately, he stretched out his little hand and clicked to report.

    Report reason, scam.

    System: "..." is really yours.

    After a quarter of an hour, the anxiously waiting magic cultivator received the news.

    The two of them couldn't wait to open it.

    You are suspected of fraud and your account has been banned for 50 years.

    Scarlet Man:…

    White Stripes:…

    They calmly put down the Profound Iron Order and began to think about how to get back.

    This world of cultivation is really terrible.