Fantasy: When I Sit Down, My Identity Is More Scary

It stings the hand to release the wrist, and then the wing is broken and left behind! A generation has its own story... A sword was swung from the east hall to slay demons. A paper fan appeared in the southern region, playing in the world. A cassock floated from the Western Mountain, and there were thousands of people with thousands of faces. A bell ripples in the northern border, charming all living beings. And out of a small valley, a young man in a wheelchair walked out, carrying a sword, pointing at the world, and then, with a sword, the frosty Jiuzhou! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.