When he was going through a tribulation, he was stabbed in the back by his brother. The true immortal Bai Xiaohe fell to the mortal world, his golden elixir shattered, and his cultivation was completely ruined.
I thought I was going to have a hard life, but I found out that here there are braised pork, WiFi, and air conditioning.
I was tired of thousands of years of fighting and clocking in at work, so I just lay down.
He works as an assistant to a small anchor, with a monthly salary of 2,500, including food and accommodation.
Visiting an abandoned hospital to explore ghosts, he killed the demon with potato chips.
The monster was buying a stove on the black market. He used the price of two bowls of noodles to pick up Taishang Laojun's small incense burner.
When the Hidden Family came to look for trouble, he turned over in his sleep, causing thunder to shatter the entire building.
The strongest monk in East China saw the remains of the elixir he had concocted and cried on the spot: "The things belonging to our ancestors... Are still there."
Bai Xiaohe yawned: "Don't kneel, I have to help you when you kneel, it's hard."
He just wants to turn on the air conditioner, eat takeout, and play games.
But there are always people who won't let him lie down - capital, big demons, and hidden families all want to touch his long-term meal ticket.
Bai Xiaohe put down his phone helplessly and sighed:
"Can't you wait until I finish playing this ranked game?... It will hurt my Taoist heart and waste my merit. Kill!"
Reader comments
The writing is okay, the characters' emotional expressions are delicate, and it looks real and touching. It's strange, why doesn't anyone read it?
The writing is okay, the characters' emotional expressions are delicate, and it looks real and touching. It's strange, why doesn't anyone read it?