When the turtle Yamata no Orochi saw him, he would kneel three times and kowtow nine times.
The American goddess of luck could kiss his soles for hundreds of years.
Even the Saint of Mount Olympus stayed unmarried for his whole life and kept her virginity as pure as jade.
Gods and demons resurrected, and aliens invaded.
When those terrifying beings beyond imagination arrived and saw him standing proudly with a sword, he turned around and ran away.
He screamed in despair: "Oh my God! How come this living dad is still alive?!"
His name is Fengyun, a patron saint who has silently guarded the world for five thousand years. He just wants to be an ordinary person...
Reader comments
It's not good. Five Thousand Years has just started a few chapters and I'm touched by a woman. How childish is that?
If you are sick, you don't send such people to heaven, but you hide them. You are a ghost. All your novels start with a girl and then lead to constant trouble. If you continue to cut off, you will suffer from chaos.
It's not good. Five Thousand Years has just started a few chapters and I'm touched by a woman. How childish is that?
If you are sick, you don't send such people to heaven, but you hide them. You are a ghost. All your novels start with a girl and then lead to constant trouble. If you continue to cut off, you will suffer from chaos.
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