"Master, I'm hungry."
"Here, the finest demon emperor meat collected by Master."
"Master, I'm thirsty again."
"Here, the finely brewed Xuantian Spiritual Wine."
"Master, I'm so tired."
"Then disciple, have a good rest. Do you need Master to step on your back?"
"Okay, okay!"
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Once he traveled through time, Fang Chu, who awakened the Holy Body of the Turtle Immortal, became the only disciple of the Seventh Peak, the lowest peak of the Lingxiao Sect.
The peak leader of the seventh peak is a cute girl with white hair. She is as cold as an iceberg during the day, but she maintains the majesty that a peak leader should have.
But late at night, he stepped on Fang Chu's back and washed his feet, treating Fang Chu like an ancestor.
Just when the Presbyterian Council was about to depose Seventh Peak, a burst of emotionless electronic synthesized sound suddenly sounded in Fang Chu's mind.
[Ding... Congratulations to the host for successfully contaminating the luck with the son of luck for 365 days, and receiving the sign-in reward: ninth level of foundation building, Xuanwu holy body, flesh and blood bracelet]
Just when everyone in the Presbyterian Church was furious, they wanted to drive Master Bai Mao and Fang Chu out of the Seventh Peak.
Fang Chu stood up.
Everyone in the Presbyterian Church was shocked: "Is there such a person still existing on the Seventh Peak?"
Master Baimao's eyes widened in shock, and the light in his beautiful eyes flashed: "My disciple is hiding so deep!"
But after the incident passed, Fang Chu realized that it turned out that the Presbyterian Council wanted to depose the Seventh Peak, and it turned out that there was a deeper conspiracy...
(The introduction is weak, move to the main text, relaxed and humorous, push forward throughout)
