I, Gu Gou, have traveled through the world of immortality for twenty years and am so poor that I only have my underpants.
I thought he was the chosen one, but the system turned out to be a waste that only made "ding-ding-ding" noises.
Just when I was planning to open a "magic circus" in the mortal world to make a living, I unexpectedly picked up a rusty and broken sword.
The demon sword trembled with excitement: "Boy, you are finally here. Quickly offer your soul, sign a contract with me, and sweep across the heavens!"
I silently took out the ancestral sandpaper: "Before sweeping, can you polish off your rust? It looks really uncomfortable."
Magic Sword:? ? ?
