I am a low-level handyman in the world of mountains and seas, holding on to my ancestral broken gun and shivering.
Until I became a magician -
Master, on the surface he is an old loser waiting to die, but in reality he stares at everyone to death and likes to force me to pour water for his feet.
Senior Brother, his smile is as gentle as jade, and the handkerchief used to clean his sword is made of top-grade spiritual silk.
The second senior sister, who is pretty and cute and loves to giggle, drags back the beast's head which is bigger than a millstone.
My junior brother is taciturn and always picks up rags. The "garbage" he takes out of his pocket is blinding.
When they despised me as a loser, they silently defeated my enemies, cut down the mountain, and snatched the magic weapon for me...
I realized: It turns out that the highest state of hugging thighs is to make them feel pitiful and fun at the same time.
It seems like this mountain and sea can suddenly move sideways?
