I am Lao Gou, the founder of the prehistoric era.
Survive the war between immortals and demons, survive the age of Dharma, survive until there is only a wisp of remnant soul left.
Once transformed into the most miserable cannon fodder of the Qingyun Sect:
He has rubbish qualifications and is at the bottom of his cultivation base. He was pushed to the ground and bullied by the inner sect sister.
Others: roll your cultivation, seize opportunities, and be the king of rolls.
Me:
Don't cause trouble, don't hold a cup, don't show your head.
The main theme is: survival, comedy, and secret invincibility.
Senior sister is mocking me? I nodded and bowed: Yes, you are right.
Are my classmates ostracizing me? I hid in the house and practiced like crazy.
Until the sect competition——
I slapped the genius away with a casual slap.
Whole sect:
? ? ? You call this cannon fodder? ? ?
Liu Yan waved her hands calmly:
Don't panic, I'm just an ordinary outer disciple passing by.
Really, really.
