Laid off, 20,000 yuan in debt, and desperate - Lao Zhu pushed a cart and set up a stall at the night market to sell lemon tea.
The old man who bakes sweet potatoes cooks them instantly without smoking; the sister who sells hairpins costs 20 yuan a piece, and immediately glows when she puts it on; the bald brother who sells squid on an iron plate flips the shovel, and the squid flies up, but the iron plate is not hot at all; the high school student who sells figurines is silent, and the figurines fall to the ground and bounced three times without any damage; the double ponytail loli who sells ice powder, the ice powder does not melt even after a day.
Lao Zhu's inner thoughts every day: Are these neighbors sick?
Until the sky thunder struck down, five "neighbors" took action at the same time - the Immortal Lord, the Demon Emperor, the God of War, the Divine Beast, and the Saint.
Lao Zhu looked at the magical special effects all over the sky, then looked at the lemon in his hand, collapsed and shouted:
"We set up a stall together, but you are all cultivating immortals?!"
——A mortal, a group of gods, and a night market. This class of gods is too difficult to lead.
