After the rainy night, the world went crazy.
Some people have magical weapons, some have magical beasts, and some have gods and monsters flying all over the sky.
Only I, a group of Qi family troops appeared.
The thugs with machetes rushed forward, and they lined up in a formation. They were wiped out in twelve seconds.
The great internet god appeared in the form of a dragon that covered the sky and blocked out the sun. I appeared in the form of a group of prehistoric ancestors and surrounded and killed them in three minutes.
They asked me why.
I said: Your dragon is a myth. My ancestors really climbed to the top of the food chain for millions of years.
Later I learned that those tampered histories require a serious person to remember.
And I happen to be more serious.
