I, the traveler Shawulai.
There is no heavenly system, no portable spiritual spring, the only golden finger is the innate and invulnerable thick skin.
Relying on this talent, I thrived in both the world of immortals and demons.
On the day I came out of the mountain, my gray-haired master pulled my sleeves, tears streaming down his cheeks, and his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed: "Wulai, how can you give up being a master now that you are leaving?"
I nodded heavily, understanding in my heart.
I understand that Master is not willing to let me go through all the hardships and hardships in this world. He simply doesn't want me to stay in the mountains and cause trouble.
When I was in the master's school, thanks to my master and ancestors, I could cause a mountain of trouble. I snatched the spiritual fruit from the sect elders, teased the disciples from various sects who came to discuss the Tao, and even the spiritual beasts guarding the back mountain were coaxed away by me.
Now that I step out of the mountain gate, my dear, all the "karma" I planted in the past are coming to my door.
After going down the mountain, my daily main task was directly simplified to two words - escape.
Either he is being chased by enemies from all walks of life, or he is on the way to the next escape.
The monks in the fairy world drew their swords when they saw me, the little monsters in the devil world turned around and ran away when they saw me, the creditors from all walks of life chased me without even touching the ground, and the swordsmen would kick out sparks from the flying swords.
Hiding in various places and sleeping in the open air, I learned from it painfully.
Running like this all the time is not a long-term solution.
If I want to live safely, I must embrace a golden thigh that is too thick to break.
Shawulai's eyes lit up.
Found it! My big golden legs!
What old grudges, what differences between immortals and demons.
"Your Majesty! The villain Shawulai, come and seek refuge!
