Qiao Zhen, a diligent and inconspicuous small fry in the Heavenly Realm's Fate Office, was swept into a series of tasks, mission number 999, due to a bolt of heavenly lightning.
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After returning home, the main plot came to an end, and Qiao Zhen was able to leave the game "Wan Guo Wu Chao". She is now addicted to a farm in a certain online game, spending her days planting and harvesting vegetables, or teasing Chu Chu at Ling Wei's place when she is free. In short, she is living a very happy life.
However, this good fortune did not last long. When Qin Zhao was in his forties, he died in a car accident, and this mission world was shattered like a broken mirror.
After Qiao Zhen returned to the Heavenly Realm, she was depressed for a long time because she was still harvesting vegetables. She hadn't harvested the last vegetable in her garden yet, which was driving her obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy! She vigorously stroked the fur on Chu Chu's back and finally ran to the Old Man of the Moon to complain incessantly.
"Tell me, isn't the God of the Taibai Mountains going too far! He didn't even let me finish collecting the vegetables!"
The Old Man of the Moon leisurely tended to his red threads, saying, "Go away! Don't disturb my work. The new fairy is more capable than you. After I finish tying these few more red threads, I can go find Old Man Bodhi to drink and play chess."
Qiao Zhen sneered: "If I were to stop you from drinking and playing chess today, I'm afraid even Patriarch Bodhi would have to remember my kindness."
The Old Man of the Moon stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion, "Why? You know, even now, it takes a lot of trouble for the Emperor to ask Bodhi for help."
"Because your drinking habits are truly beyond words. And your chess skills... you're a complete lousy idiot." Qiao Zhen was so angry and frustrated that she even had to resort to her sharp tongue to insult the God of Love.
The Old Man of the Moon was so angry that his long beard swayed back and forth. "What do you mean by that! This deity and Bodhi have been friends for thousands of years. Do you think our friendship would be worn down by these two trivial matters!"
If Bodhi Patriarch hadn't hung the drunken Matchmaker upside down on the red rope tree, Qiao Zhen would have believed it, but reality is cruel.