I Became a Ginseng Doll

There is a kind of mother's love called Yanmu, there is a kind of father's love called Ghost Father, there is a kind of brother and sister called Yuan Zhikong, there is a kind of sister and brother called Sister Juice, there is a kind of hospital called Night Service Ward, there is a kind of Bible called Dark Bible, there is a kind of prison called Prison Battleship, there is a kind of moon called Faceless Moon, there is a kind of sky called Autumn Sky, there is a kind of school called Desire Academy, there is a kind of night called Harvest Night, there is a kind of subway called Chihan Train, there is a kind of rebellion called Silver Dragon. At dawn, there is a kind of education called personal teaching, there is a kind of angel called Demon Realm Angel, there is a kind of loyalty called Ji Knight, there is a kind of witch called Steel Witch, there is a kind of teaching called Atonement Classroom, there is a kind of bird called Birds in the Dark, there is a kind of game called Heart Games, there is a kind of writing called Legacy, there is a kind of weapon called Demonic Sword, there is an infectious disease called rape, there is a kind of noble called Fairy Princess Lina, there is an emotion called euphoria. There is a color called Innocent Blue.

Didn't the Taiyin star give birth to three living beings, except Chang Xi and Xi He? Isn't there another Wangshu?

The protagonist has such a background and has so many magic weapons, especially when his cultivation level is still low. How does the protagonist survive?

The feeling that nothing is of use to the protagonist, how is that possible?

Pangu proved the Tao with his strength, what is he if he is not a quasi-sage? Isn't the pinnacle of Quasi-Saint called Quasi-Saint? If Pangu was a saint, how could he have attained such nonsense?

Flowers Comments will update you

As expected, nothing is of any use to the protagonist.

It's really a low-end version of the prehistoric era. The living beings in the prehistoric era are measured in billions of yao. If you write tens of millions, it's not even enough to fit between your teeth.

The logic you wrote is so confusing

I don't know the timeline to write about you**