How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World - Chapter 290: Blasphemy (2)

[Female lead with no romantic interest + ancient female awakening + passionate righteousness + refusing to be a submissive woman] After failing to conquer the emperor, the system punished me by forcing me to livestream modern life to ancient people.

The man I personally supported to ascend the throne saw me wearing a strapless minidress and dancing seductively at a banquet amidst revelry and wine, and he flew into a rage, accusing me of violating womanly virtues.

I smiled calmly and pointed the camera towards a modern street, launching a shocking livestream for the ancient people!

“Good heavens? It’s nighttime now, but what are those pearls shining so brightly?”

Female lead: Those are light bulbs.

“There are indeed objects in this world that can transmit sound over thousands of miles away. What a marvelous treasure!”

Female lead: This is a cell phone.

“How could the women on the streets dress so scantily and shamelessly flirt with men? Don’t they know propriety? Why hasn’t the county office come to stop these debased women and thrown them into pigsties?”

Female lead: Because this is the glorious era of China!

Everyone in the world knows that the four schools of touching gold, moving mountains, unloading mountains, and Faqiu have their own strengths. Even if it withers, the fame is too heavy for this doujianghu to hold his head up.

But they don’t know, if the leaders of these four sects gather together, what kind of power will they have.

Wei Chuan came across and awakened the luck system.

All you need to do is get the artifact, kill the evil spirits, and complete the system tasks. You can get luck points, exchange for all kinds of precious blood, endless unique skills…even immortal gods.

The opening is Xuanwu’s precious blood, the overlord’s halberd technique, smashing under the darkness.

Millennium mechanisms, demons and ghosts, smash them with one halberd!

With precious blood in her body, ten thousand spells in her palm, sweeping across ten thousand tombs!

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