Ling Fan, the god of heaven, descended to earth, entered the world to practice, and then entered the world of mortals.
The servants and subordinates he left behind fifty years ago have each become the richest man and senior official. They hug their thighs and cry for their fathers and mothers every day, praying for immortality and immortality.
He just talks about the small goal of 100 million, frowns and sets off an earthquake in the White House of the United States.
That year, he put his hands on his hips and wanted to spend his life as a low-key mortal, but his strength did not allow it. A little action would be the limit of the earth's segmentation!
It's so obvious