The King of Gods Comes to the Dust

Li Yeqing yawned. The retirement life is a little different from what he imagined. "Ying, I want to sit next to the master." Sikong Xing stood beside Sikong Ying and said. "No, the seat next to sir is mine, even Xing won't give it to me!" Sikong Ying turned her head away. "But the master is Xing's master." Sikong Xing tried to reason. "First come, first served! I came before Xing." Sikong Ying was unreasonable. "Ying." Sikong Xing had no expression on his face. "A little bit." Sikong Ying made a face. The two people next to them were arguing fiercely. The former deskmate in the front row occasionally put his head over and said. "Master Li, I really don't think about this one anymore, the one-of-a-kind martial arts prodigy in front of me!" After reading the notes again, there were fireworks blooming in the sky outside the window. Maybe it's someone's girl getting married, or it's an old man's birthday. The streets in the distance are noisy with gongs and drums, and the voices beside you are filled with laughter and laughter. This is the human world. Lord Shen thought. While thinking about it, I failed to notice it. There was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, which suddenly appeared.