Mo Changfeng opened an orphanage at the junction of the three realms.
There are seven little mouths in the courtyard, each with a scary origin:
The abandoned baby picked up by the sword grave will be able to kill thousands of immortals with one sword in the future; the little mute brought back from the mass grave will be saluted by the devil in the future; the small accountant redeemed by the caravan can tell the secrets of heaven with a finger; the girl brought back from the drought village can make it rain for three days after three years of drought; and the five-year-old Shen Wei, whose greatest skill is crying and riding a white tiger as a horse.
Three hospital rules:
1. Spiritual beasts are not allowed to steal fruits from children;
2. If the firewood shed is blown up, you will have to pay for it yourself;
3. You are not allowed to ask Uncle Bei what he did before.
Then the third one broke. The headmaster of the Immortal Sect arrived in person, and the four masters of the Demon Realm went up the mountain and stood outside the courtyard gate, respectfully asking the dean to return.
The seven children in the courtyard were holding their rice bowls and looked collectively at the man in blue shirt who was braiding the little girl's hair.
The man didn't even raise his head: "Get in line. Don't you see it's busy?"
