As the son of the leader of the martial arts league, my father handed over the leader's order to the deliveryman Niu Da before he died.
The whole world exploded: Who is Niu Da? ! Why should he? !
I looked sad on the outside, but laughed wildly secretly: You have no idea how many sect ancestors, ladies in charge, and hidden masters Niu Da saved when he was delivering food...
Now, I just want to hug the cow's thigh tightly and quietly watch him use "expedited delivery" to rectify the martial arts world.
