Lunar star.
Tongtian was lying on the cold jade bed, with two lunar goddesses on his left and right, one feeding him spiritual fruits and the other feeding him wine.
Not far away, under the laurel tree, a six-eared macaque roasted a leg of a golden-winged roc.
The parrots on the tree sang at the top of their lungs: "This is the perfect life...!"
Tongtian: Do you want me to become a saint? I want to eat shit.
Hongjun: "Tongtian, if you don't become a saint, Heaven will not let you go."
Tongtian silently revealed a row of golden wheels of merit.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
