I, Lin Ginseng, traveled through time and became a ten thousand year old spiritual ginseng. Now, I am being held in the hands of the son of luck in the world of immortality. He is thinking about whether to steam or make elixirs. In order to survive, I hugged his thigh tightly without hesitation: "Brother! Don't eat me! I can farm, heal wounds, tell cross talk, and can help you chase Taoist companions! It's more cost-effective to keep me than to eat!"... Many years later, Tianxuan The disciples in the Holy Land would respectfully salute a weed in the sun in the medicine field: "See the Holy Ancestor!" And the invincible Holy Master would only say to it helplessly: "Come down, it's your turn to preside over the sect meeting today."
Reader comments
Is this protagonist someone else's fault?
As a participant, maybe he had no other choice and was full of frustration and helplessness, but as a viewer,
I am willing to be a sustainable health recovery package.
The little ginseng essence is so fun. Shen Yu was so cute when he was a child [sending heart] [shy]
Is this protagonist someone else's fault?
As a participant, maybe he had no other choice and was full of frustration and helplessness, but as a viewer, I am willing to be a sustainable health recovery package.
The little ginseng essence is so fun. Shen Yu was so cute when he was a child [sending heart] [shy]