[No system | No harem | No love line | Humane martial arts training | Steady rhythm | Growth of faith | Not mindless crushing | Be cautious if you don't like it]
Mortal thoughts cast my golden body; the lights of the old city are my Taoist heart.
He used a bowl of pork rib soup at the alley as fuel to ignite his humanistic martial arts;
Taking the oath of "protector" from the neighborhood, he will kill evil and powerful people.
In this life, the people he wants to protect cannot be touched by gods or Buddhas, nor can evil and evil enter.
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This kind of writing is pure and clear, not bad.
Please support me and you will have a brighter future.
This kind of writing is pure and clear, not bad.
Please support me and you will have a brighter future.
Stable output in the early stage, keep it up.