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As soon as the printer was turned on, it printed out on a large white paper.
Then he took the paper into the secret room and threw it into the porcelain jar.
…
Tan Junyan had just returned when she saw a piece of white paper floating out of the porcelain jar.
He was slightly stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over and picked it up.
She was astonished by the whiteness and fineness of the paper and the ridiculously neat handwriting.
God is God, this word is too outrageous.
The horizontal and vertical lines are straight, the left and right strokes are smooth, and every stroke is precise and accurate, even the punctuation marks are accurate to the smallest detail.
The spacing between words is just right, as precise as if it had been measured countless times.
The overall design is as neat as if it were engraved, without any abruptness or distortion. It is simply an art.
I was shocked for a while before I took a closer look at the content.
[Miss Tan, I'm not a god. I'm just a handsome, single guy who doesn't have a girlfriend. Awesomely handsome.]
[I received your betrothal gift...it's gold ingots!]
My name is Wang Yan, you can call me husband! Husband is a respectful title here.
[Through the love letters you wrote me, I have a general idea of your situation.]
The corner of Tan Junyan's mouth twitched violently.
Who wrote him a love letter!
This god's words are a bit out of tune!
Calling her a beauty is so frivolous!
[Your emperor is incompetent and doesn't care whether you live or die. If he doesn't care, I will.]
[Tell me how many people you have there. I support all of your husbands.]
[Please reply as soon as you see the letter. I miss you. Muah.]
Tan Junyan read it over and over again several times.
The more I look at it, the more it seems wrong.
Aren’t all gods serious?
Why is this god different from what I imagined?
You still say you miss someone, aren’t you ashamed?
This is too much of a joke!
Forget it, just make a fuss, it’s better than those indifferent gods.
Every day many people burn incense and pray, asking for the gods' protection.
But the God they prayed to never responded, let alone helped them.
Although the god in the jar was not very clever and claimed that he was not a god, he could listen to prayers and respond.
When he asked how many people there were, it meant that he was willing to help and save all the people in the world.
He... is God, his own God!
After some thought, she picked up a pen and wrote: Dear husband...
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