Ling Yao, the number one god of war in the world of immortality, worked overtime for ten thousand years and was finally laid off by Tiandao.
When she opened her eyes, she became a transparent disciple of a small sect in the lower realm.
Good. A remote mountain peak, a dilapidated house, no one cares about it - the perfect retirement package.
She plowed the ground, planted vegetables, and made soup, preparing to live a life of basking in the sun and petting cats.
Results on the first day——
The senior brother came over and expressed his sorrow: Junior sister, how could you give up on yourself!
The junior sister passed by with a look of disgust on her face: A person who cultivates immortality actually farms?
The black cat picked up on the roadside squatted on the wall, staring at her with its golden eyes, as if thinking about something.
Ling Yao looked at the rusty hoe in her hand and then at the bubbling wild vegetable soup in the pot to express her understanding. This retirement life may not be peaceful.
But a day that can lie down is a day.
