[Behind-the-scenes flow + pseudo-invincibility + growing leeks + decisive killing]
I, Lin Wuye, just want to drink tea in a low profile. But they insisted on forcing me: the saint who broke off her engagement was chopped into charcoal by me on the spot;
In the competition between geniuses, I will let the top ten all die suddenly;
The four major sects raised their troops to question the crime, and I asked them to kneel out;
The nine demon emperors of the demon clan invade? I refined them all into night lights;
The gods of all heavens and worlds want to rebel against me? I broke it down into 365 dogs. I'm obviously just a social horror who loves to drink tea.
Why do everyone call me "Father Wuye", "That" and "Emperor Zero"? I just want to ask:
Can you please stop?
Let me collect the tea money quietly?
