After the king became a bronze-ranked player, An Chi finally understood: the bloodthirsty serpent demon Feng Qianchi's name meant, "I have a thousand feet of wind, and the sky is wide enough for birds to fly." The monk Dao Qian's name didn't mean that his karmic ties were shallow, but that his cultivation was profound. Those two were way too complicated! The Feather Clan's demon sect master was much simpler. If he hated you, he hated you. No matter how many times you died, he'd still want to kill you.
"An Chi, someone's coming after you. Are you going to run?"
An Chi: "I'm not running. I'll get down on my knees!"
"Why?"
An Chi: "I'm just a mortal! You expect me to outrun a demon sect master? Do you think my legs aren't skinny enough?"
"An Chi, Feng Qianchi told you from the start: 'I have a thousand feet of wind, and the sky is wide enough for birds to fly.' How did you not get it? Why didn't you try flying?"
An Chi: "Bro, he's my buddy. You want me to fly away with him? Birds in the sky fly in pairs. Have you ever seen a phoenix fly with another phoenix?"
"An Chi, how did you..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Come on, come on and play with me, just the two of us^O^^O^^O^
Authors who can write martial arts that are also good-looking are far behind. I can't write about this subject.
All of them are handsome! What to do!??