The protagonist is the group favorite

This world is a world about western fantasy.

If it comes to Western Fantasy, there will always be wizards, knights, grudges, magic, elves, unicorns, orcs, orcs, castles, princesses and princes.

These are all popular elements in the Western Fantasy world.

And this time Chu Bai is one of the thousands of protagonists in the time-travel novels in Jinjiang Literature City.

A cliche college student salted fish, a cliché time-travel.

In view of these traversal methods, it does not affect the following plot, so I skipped it.

Anyway, Chu Bai is time travelling!

Congratulations, it's 2019 AD, and the protagonists of other Jinjiang novels don't know how many genres they have gone through. Our Chu Bai finally caught up with the tail of time-traveling, and then followed the trend to play time-traveling.

Therefore, it is ancient wear, fantasy, fairy tale, future, science fiction, suspense...

Which one is it?

Chu Bai excitedly rubbed his hands. gif.

But, in fact, you don’t need to be too happy, it’s just an ordinary Western fantasy...

Alas, not going back in time.

Traveling back to the ancient times to be a literary copyer, Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Xin Qiji... all kinds of masterpieces come together, and they become masters of poetry.

Chu Bai, oh no, now I will be called Jack Bai.

Jack Bai thought to himself, forget it, Western Fantasy is Western Fantasy, let me see what I am?

As the protagonist, get a set of blood from ancient gods, a set of good-looking half-elf hybrids, a set of magic and martial arts talent MAX, a set of domesticated beasts, and a set of friends who are future bosses, and then click to hide One set for the identity, one set for the future teacher's appreciation auxiliary plug-in...

Hmph, what kind of golden finger hanging force have I never seen?When I have been working as a part-time writer in Jinjiang Literature City for so many years, is it for nothing?

Chu Bai curled his lips in disdain, and then carefully rummaged through his memory...

Hmmmm, a piece of trash with nothing?There are no older sisters, older brothers and younger brothers, they must be biological, and there are no prominent ancestors and bloodlines in the ancestors.

The friends who play well are all silly boys who suck their noses and bubbles, and then play with mud.

An ordinary farmer's son, who has never been out of the village, sleeps on the straw pile every day, has no fiancée, and has never agreed to marry anyone.

The result of the previous free talent test was that he was a purely ordinary mortal without any talent.

Hey, this script doesn't seem quite right, does it?

Even if it's the point-and-face slaps that I watch the most, it's still a genius, and then the talent suddenly disappears, and then there's a divorce or something like that.

How did this start out so ordinary?

No, no, Jack Bai, don't think so, you are in Jinjiang Literature City...

Think about it, what are the most common routines in Jinjiang's novels?

Jack Bai remembered the 8888 Danmei articles he had read, so he immediately showed a shy smile.

Oops, does this need to be said?

It must be the years between the poor little Bai Huashou and various types of attacks, I have to mention those years!

Hee hee hee, thinking about it this way, as long as I follow the steps, my husband will fall from the sky soon.

For example, what was hunted down by the enemy, or the priest who was shouted and beaten by everyone in the Dark Temple, the poor little demon mixed blood who was in a bloody feud, or the angel who was seriously injured and lost his memory, or some god who sealed his memory and came to play in the world... ·

I haven't seen what kind of opening.

Jack thought smugly, well, according to this development, it won't be long before her husband will appear.

Without waiting for Jack Bai to make up 8888 words, he fell in love with a paper man with a dark face, represented by a white frame, with the word "husband" written on it.

"Jack Bai! Come out and work! Why are you being lazy, go and shovel the cows and clean the cowshed! If you don't work hard, you don't want to eat at night!"

There was a loud shout from outside the door.

As soon as Jack Bai got nervous, he was so frightened that he rolled down from the straw pile, and then his face stuck to the ground.

Forgot to mention, in the context of medieval Western fantasy.

Jack Bai, who came from an ordinary poor farming family, lived in a wooden house where animals and humans were mixed.

Livestock, including cattle and sheep, live in the same space as the owners.

Naturally, the animals' eating, drinking and lazing are also carried out in this house...

Over the years, the smell, mixed with the smell of grass, is very indescribable in the hot summer, when the mung bean flies are buzzing.

Therefore, this house has always had a smell.

It's just that Jack Bai had lived here for a long time and was used to it, so he didn't notice it.

In addition, Chu Bai, a young man who has just traveled through time, is still full of excitement, imagining life after marriage in a [-]-character theater.

So, suddenly pulled back to reality, Jack Bai immediately looked at the cows and sheep next to him, and became dazed.

Hiss, my God, what kind of devil's mission is this?

Jack Bai was originally a spoiled young man in the city, and he suddenly felt that the gap in his heart was too great, right?

This is not a question of dislike or not, but a question of very dislike!

He looked at his face in pain, and there was a pile of unknown mixture next to him.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I've never seen a protagonist start like this.

Jack jumped up with a whoosh, then grabbed the straw in disgust and began to wipe the grass stalks on his face.

As he wiped, more broken leaves fell from the hay...

Jack Bai touched his face indifferently, but he only touched a handful of grass leaves, which were crumbly, like dandruff, and he couldn't grasp it at all.

I kill the author, repeat, I kill the author.

Which Tanmei novels, especially those with a very suave name and copywriting, are serious, don’t they all first describe the appearance, body, and clothing in 800 words on the water.

Then set up the environment, and then point out the noble background, such as a prince, heir, son and rich second generation, or come to a high-end banquet with rich clothes and shadows, to show style.

Even if these are not used to write shou, but to describe gong, there must be a set of such standard configurations, right?

What kind of fairy appearance, evil temperament, indifferent and ruthless... all kinds of high mountain flowers, domineering president, supreme fairy...

These are the opening methods of Narrative Attack in Jinjiang Style.

And the pitiful big eyes, the delicate ‖tender‖ white skin that can be blown away, the watery eyes like a bunny, the front ‖ convex ‖ backward ‖ stunner figure, the delicate and delicate voice, the ruddy lips

Damn it, this is the correct way to describe Xiaobaihua's weakness in the Jinjiang Tanmei novels I've read.

Look at yourself in the basin again.

Five big and three thick, it looks like a whole body of tendon meat raised by doing farm work often.His bronze-colored skin looked like he was often exposed to the sun, and his squinted eyes could not be opened even if they were desperately staring.

Big shoulders, round waist, thick body, full of muscles, it seems that this time I can eat three barrels of rice in one go, and I will never make people question the kind of appetite...

Whoops, didn't realize this just now.

Chu Bai saw his new look when he was about to wash his face.

so···

What am I doing here?

King Kong Barbie who can run a horse with his arms raised?The kind that can beat people to death with one punch if they are disobedient?

The problem is, even if it's King Kong Barbie, it also refers to the one with a cute baby face or a delicate face, but the body has a sudden change in style!

My current face, hiss, Ignore the skin color, and those squinting eyes, reluctantly, reluctantly re-beautify PS, the color number is whitened by a few degrees, and a set of face-lifting, cheekbones, enlarged eyes and eyelashes... also With no conscience, I can praise you for being beautiful and pleasant.

So, what is going on with my image?

Ennn, Chu Bai suddenly felt that he seemed to be very unconventional.

What is this?Did Danmei Xiaobaihua suffer from the mudslide inside?After all, it bears the name of little white flower, but no little white flower will grow up like this, right?

Could it be that you want me to change my career and become a little white flower?No, she's so delicate, so fresh.

I like reciting poems to the moon (reading recipes), Huaqianyuexia (eating roast chicken skewers), beautiful tears (ignoring the essential oil on the fingertips), Xizi holding hearts (choking after eating, beating my chest desperately ).

No matter how you look at it, my hobbies are very white when I hear the description. Don’t let me be a little white, I don’t agree!

Chu Bai was furious, and expressed strong protest against the self-modeling.

After getting angry, he couldn't help but think of the part of himself that was full of confidence before.

Then Chu Bai fell into deep thought: With my appearance, can I really have a husband?It seems that there is too much difference from those little white flowers with soft body and tender skin that can pinch water...

···

In a daze, I thought of the description of Chu Bai's appearance in the original book.

Pei Jing hurried to look in the mirror.

It's okay, it's okay, the familiar skin, white appearance, beautiful temperament and good temperament.

It's completely different from Chu Bai's appearance.

With Chu Bai's appearance, Pei Jing pondered for a moment, not saying that it was hard to bear.

On the contrary, forced to suffer is quite easy to knock.

It's just that Chu Bai now has a strong appearance, but Xiao Baihua's heart.

Look at his behavior, what kind of coy smile, or winking.

Hiss, if it's really a little white flower, then forget it.

After all, I'm used to it.

However, in Chu Bai's current state, it would be hard to describe how he came and went and made these actions.

Hot eyes are also true, and it is also true that it is difficult to accept.

After all, for a man who doesn't look feminine at all, he's coquettish and coquettish, hiss, his style of painting is too unsuitable.

It can only be said that I have seen too many small white flowers, and I am not used to other varieties.Especially this kind of strange creature whose appearance and actions are seriously at odds...

Forget it, this time Pei Jing is a priest.

That's right, it's the Holy Son of the Temple of Light that is written badly in Western Fantasy novels.

It is said that the so-called "God's people"

It's just that he was born extraordinary, and auspicious omens appeared, and then he was naturally carried back by the temple that received the will of the gods.

After that, he stayed in the Temple of Light all the year round, prayed devoutly, and then bathed in divine grace, looking innocent and pure without knowing the world.

Although the routine is old, the character design is really cool.

When she often goes out to participate in large-scale celebrations, sitting on a parade float, Pei Jing can harvest countless fans.

From time to time, crowds of onlookers would rush over from a distance, just to admire Pei Jing's appearance.

Then he shouted his name frantically, wanting to get the blessed flower branch.

Under the effect of this appearance, Pei Jing seemed to be glowing all over when she was wearing her official gown of the Son of God.

It is no wonder that he is called "the man favored by God" by the people.

Wearing pure white priestly attire, wearing a silver wreath on his head, and holding a hymn in his hand.

Pei Jing walked into the prayer room without fear.

Holy Son, think of those words of praise that were circulated among the common people, as well as the gossip of various nobles, and were blown to heaven.

Look at my own pair of hands that have never held anything heavier than a book.

Pei Jing remembered some past events.

Nothing, this is not the first Western Fantasy world he has experienced, and the God of Light is such a common setting, so is there really a God in this world?

After all, in some worlds, the gods are directly knocked out of their positions, and then the protagonist upgrades all the way, finally gets the godhead, and successfully becomes a new god.

In addition, in some worlds, gods are slaughtered like dogs, and gods really don't have the majesty of gods at all.It is completely the experience baby after the protagonist grows up, which is used to upgrade the protagonist.

He looked at the empty, quiet and classically decorated interior, with a high dome protruding upwards, and various symbols painted inside.In the middle of the colored transparent glass, dappled sunlight falls.

In the whole room, there is only one tall and white statue of the God of Light, standing in the center of the room, emitting a very faint soft light.

According to his old habits, Pei Jing sat cross-legged on the soft cushion in front of the statue, with a white robe covering his legs, and opened the poetry collection on his knees.

At the beginning, I randomly picked a hymn and recited it.

The low and clear juvenile voice echoed in the room.

Pei Jing, who was reading a poem with his head down, didn't see that the statue of the god was shining brighter and brighter.

The God of Light came from the sky, attached to his own statue, and then quietly listened to the prayers of the believers.

This is a rare pastime in his long life.

He wanted to behold the Son, to protect him all the time.

He wanted to recruit him into heaven, to be by his side, and to live a carefree life together in the kingdom of heaven. (Going to heaven with the body, not the soul ascending to heaven after death.)

He also missed the prosperity of the world and wanted to keep him for a while longer.

After all, although there are angels in the sky, it is still quite lonely.

The God of Light looked at his beloved Holy Son, and he was willing to always look at him like this, giving him supreme grace and care, so that he would never lose his grace and smile forever.

Pei Jing finished reciting the hymn as usual, then he tidied up, turned and left.

He didn't see that the phantom on the statue was always looking at him until his back disappeared.

There are countless golden light spots, closely following the will of God, surrounding Pei Jing, surrounding and protecting him.

After leaving the prayer room, on the way, Pei Jing met Pope Zhong Jing.

Yes, this time Zhong Jing has also become a foreign name, but Pei Jing is used to it, so he still uses Zhong Jing to call himself Shou.

Zhong Jing was sullen at first, wearing the pope's gold-red attire with a stern face, holding the pure gold scepter and staff inlaid with pearls that symbolized power.

And when he saw Pei Jing, his face softened, and his footsteps couldn't help slowing down.

He stared at Pei Jing's figure obsessively.

And the young cardinals who followed the Pope also looked fascinated.

Pei Jing is used to this.

Wait until he's gone.

Only then did Zhong Jing come back to his senses, and then saw at a glance the obsessed expression of the cardinal who was originally following him in red.

Zhong Jing:···

You are so angry, but on the bright side, you must maintain the majesty of the Pope.

He squinted his eyes and thought, it's impossible for you to covet my sweetheart so much.

Why don't you find an excuse, send them away when you go to a meeting later to discuss the internal affairs of the Holy See, go on a national tour, and go to preaching activities by the way.

Very good, this is a good reason, and it can transfer these unsightly guys away.

Ok, that's it!

Joyful Zhong Jing didn't know yet, compared with these easy-to-handle cardinals.

The God of Light who can get along with Pei Jing every day and always misses Pei Jing is his biggest competitor. Hey...

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