Others have time-traveled into adults. Even if they are not human, they are still animals. What happened to me when I time-traveled into a bone? Others who traveled through time and cultivated immortality all started by using various golden finger systems and all the way to cultivation. They had such and such ups and downs stories. They lived a wonderful life. Why do I have to lie here every day? Where is the justice of heaven! ! !
Forget it, you're still lying down anyway, so let's study how to turn over.
As a result, after studying and studying, how can I absorb the essence of heaven and earth? Why is this bone of mine still the tailbone of an ancient giant snake? Why did I start to awaken my ancient bloodline?
Anyway, free time is free, just chat and practice with the flowers, plants, trees and small animals in the forest.
Why are you talking about me becoming the guardian of the forest? Is this forest still the only remaining wild ancient secret? Are all the creatures in this forest ancient creatures? Why do they teach me everything? How can I learn it instantly? ? ?
Although I have been a human for decades, I have been a snake for hundreds of years. I really don't want to transform into a human form... When I just twist around like a snake every day, why is the secret realm suddenly discovered? ? ?
In order to protect the secret realm, I can only transform it into a bead and swallow it in the Dantian, and then keep moving myself so that humans cannot determine its location.
After leaving the secret realm, I discovered that this world is really interesting. Humans, demons, demons, and ghosts all have their own little jiujiu, and they start little wars when nothing happens. What does that have to do with me? I'm just a bone. No one can see through my identity, and no one can harm my body. After all, who kills people and stabs them in the tail bone?
I wandered around the world like this, making friends of all races, causing trouble among the various races, and then helping to connect them, so I was very happy.
Until one day I accidentally poked the sky and saw the secret behind the sky. All the monsters, ghosts, and humans were twisted into a rope for me, and together we destroyed this day.
A newbie writes something fun for himself. The personal thoughts are strong, the rhythm is slow, and it is purely about practicing hands + organizing thoughts.
Purpose: People spend their entire lives searching for the meaning of their existence.