The impoverished He Wuji was sniffing and using weak candlelight in his drafty thatched house to finish weaving the straw baskets set by his employer before the deadline. After a tiring day, Master He fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, how could he become a "rat" in the Colosseum? Who would save her?
Infinite life creates all things, and a tree becomes a forest with the wind.
The generous female "hooligan" vs the black-cut little Taoist priest
Intention: I am my own piece of heaven