I, the ancestor of metaphysics, have transformed into a loser in the world of immortality.
Master thinks I am lazy, and my senior brothers and sisters think I am weak.
Until the sect competition, I relied on sleeping to advance to the finals.
In the secret exploration, I commanded the paper man to empty the treasure house.
When the fairy world came, I touched my pregnant belly and sighed: "Do you have to force me to take action?"
Later, the entire world of immortal cultivators begged me to start a class to teach the "Salted Fish Cultivation Method".
But the master blocked me under the peach blossom tree: "Ruanruan, how many vests do you have that I don't know about?"
#The volume kings of the world of cultivating immortals are crying and begging me to lie down#
#How did the good-for-nothing loser become the daughter of Heaven#
#Master is jealous again today#
