An Rao, who grew up in an orphanage, struggled all the way to get a master's degree in medicine. He was about to make a difference and repay society, but he was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
But there is always a road ahead, and she crossed it.
The good news is that my body seems to be recovering.
The bad news is, your life is at risk.
A giant python was staring at her, planning to swallow her.
At the critical moment, a sword energy burst through the air.
Anrao looked up at his savior.
He stepped on the flying sword and fell from the sky, splitting the monster that was chasing her with one blow.
My benefactor! She must hug this thigh!
But later I heard that he was not a hero, but a disaster.
Rumor has it in the sect that if you come into contact with him, you may fall down and lose money, or you may become possessed.
In order not to hurt others, he was willing to be trapped in the back mountain, day after day, without taking a step.
But Anrao looked confused.
She looked at the rapidly improving cultivation, the magical weapons that were full of aura, and the rare and rare elixirs.
Well, why don't you reflect on it, why don't you hurt me instead of you?
Intention: All luck is used to meet you