Crazy criticizing gods vs. Violent phoenix
I, Qi Wu, am a human-shaped pear blossom, irritable and poor, and my main job is to write breakup letters.
He, the last god in heaven, squats in my house to cook porridge. He always adds too much salt, and the wontons fall apart when he is put into the pot. He still owes Lao Chen thirty chestnuts.
It wasn't until I went to Beihai to fight that I realized that I was not a pear flower at all.
I am Phoenix.
My parents are the Phoenix King and Queen, and they left three feathers for me to inherit.
I have pretended to be a weak little white flower for six hundred years?
OK.
God suppresses the monster on the front line, while I burn its whole family behind.
When I got home after playing, the porridge was cold.
He held the bowl and said: Mr. Phoenix, there is too little salt.
……Roll.
#I'm not pear blossom, I'm the ancestor you can't afford to offend#
