Traveling to a fantasy world, Ye Chen didn't have a system or a grandfather, but he found that he had become something even more outrageous.
If he wants to keep a low profile, a rare treasure from the sky will hit him on the head; if he wants to live in seclusion, the dying girl of destiny will accurately faint at his door; if he wants to take a sip of tea, he will inexplicably realize a supreme law.
The laws of heaven in the entire world are like a flattering scriptwriter, desperately trying to arrange all kinds of adventures, disasters and encounters that the "protagonist" should have.
The enemy will automatically become wise in front of him.
Bottlenecks looked like tissue paper to him.
There are so many opportunities that he uses them as table legs.
Everyone regards him as the one destined by destiny and the only Taoist ancestor in eternity.
But only Ye Chen himself knew that he was tired of this arranged life. He is not a son of destiny, he is just a "tool" appointed by heaven.
"In my life, I will not fight with heaven, earth, or other people."
"I just want to... Watch your performance quietly, and stop bothering me, okay?"
