The Eight-Headed Serpent of Turtle Island would prostrate itself before him in a grand kowtow.
The American Goddess of Fortune once kissed his feet, and he could brag about it for centuries.
Even the holy maiden of Mount Olympus stayed chaste and unmarried for him her entire life.
The gods and demons revived, and foreign races invaded.
When those unimaginable horrors descended and saw him standing proudly alone with his sword, they turned and ran.
They cried out in despair, “Oh, heavens! How is this terrifying old man still alive?!”
His name was Feng Yun. He had silently protected the world for five thousand years, and all he wanted was to live an ordinary life...
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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