——Don't ask, it's a work-related injury. I, Yang Fan, was a genius yesterday and now a salted fish. After the golden elixir was abolished at the age of twenty, I decided to lie down peacefully.
Until Kong Xia, my resentful teammate with justice engraved in his DNA, was stabbed in the head while performing a mission. He grabbed me before he died: "Rules can't save everyone... But you can." Me: "..."
In order to save him, I was forced to pick up the formation compass that I least wanted to touch. If you don't check, you won't know: the conspiracy to kill him and the forbidden technique that abolished me three years ago came from the same person.
And the master he regarded as his father was standing at the end of the chain of evidence, smiling. Now the team is a bit complicated: I, a loser, am the "living key" to the conspiracy. He, the wounded man, was experiencing a collapse of faith. In addition, there is a half-demon girl who is being hunted by two tribes, and an information dealer whose every word sounds like he is settling scores.
Others cultivate immortality: seize treasures, upgrade, and suppress the world. We cultivate immortality: mediate the divorce of spirit beasts, prevent the financial crisis in the immortal cultivation world, and save the world by the way.
And when the stereotyped knight-errant who once gave me a headache finally learned to fight against the world for me - I suddenly felt that this road of being forced to open a business seemed possible.
"So," I put away the compass, "are you going to poke a hole in the sky with a loser like me?" He cleaned his sword and stood next to me. The answer is self-evident. ——This collaboration between enemies that began with a "work injury" will eventually become the most passionate legend in the three worlds.
