Dressed as a down-and-out little Taoist priest, I originally wanted to pretend to be a god and fool around to make ends meet.
Who would have expected that with just a finger, the imperial master of the dynasty would vomit three liters of blood.
The sick and weak emperor on the dragon throne suddenly stood up and stared at me: "My dear, kill this demon for me!"
All the civil and military officials in the court knelt down: "Please ask the Heavenly Master to kill the demons!"
I silently wiped the ketchup from the corner of my mouth. Is it too late to say that I just came here to cheat on the meal?
