The cost of being bound to the Tiandao system is losing half of your Yangshou?
Shen Shuzhi made some calculations: One hundred years of mediocre life, fifty years of invincibility, a bloody profit!
So he was fifteen Yuanying, swept the world at twenty, and founded Kunlun at thirty, becoming the only myth in the world.
On the day when he turned fifty, he made arrangements for his death and waited for death peacefully in a black ice coffin.
One day, two days, three days...
Shen Shuzhi sat up suddenly: "System! Why am I not dead yet?!"
Now, the ancestor of Kunlun who had faked his death had to sneak out of the coffin and picked up a "little book boy" who was disguised as a man and was running away from his marriage.
The two of them ran into a strange mountain city run by his eldest apprentice and where everyone was arty.
Looking at the monks reciting poems and writing poems all over the street, Shen Shuzhi clenched his fists:
"Traitor, my teacher is here to teach you what is the true output of 'culture'."
Reader comments
The writing is elegant, and the young man pursues his dream; the flowers bloom on the street, and he slowly pictures them. This article may seem ordinary, but it speaks to the voices of countless students! Are you the heroine Lu Youning? Or is it the male protagonist Shen Shuzhi?
The writing is elegant, and the young man pursues his dream; the flowers bloom on the street, and he slowly pictures them. This article may seem ordinary, but it speaks to the voices of countless students! Are you the heroine Lu Youning? Or is it the male protagonist Shen Shuzhi?