She just wants to sweep the floor and plant some fields in the world of immortality, trying to "catch on" with this small life.
The beautiful fairy pointed her in the south direction
Ye Zhaoye tightened his grip on the broken hoe, looked at the hard-spoken and soft-hearted old lady in Shuge, and then at the two troublesome "eldest ladies" companions.
She sighed.
Savior? Whoever likes it should be treated as such!
She just wants to keep her own three-point shining field in this cannibalistic fairyland, and work hard and for a long time... To survive!
——Who said that weeds that can break the sky cannot grow from the dust?
