It's not easy to be a human being these days, but it's even harder to be an immortal. What a bear! I have been working diligently and conscientiously for so long, but Santa Claus stole my business from my own territory. Isn't there a saying among mortals, "I have the final say on my territory?" Mortals, please tell me how to drive away that "leftover old man"!
What? I'm not very popular and don't have many fans? But I send out blessings every year.
Voiceover: "What are blessings? Santa Claus gives them something substantial. Also, do you have the habit of writing a diary?"...
I think I'll just suck it up. But the gods can't stand it anymore. If this continues, I will disappear because I have no faith. The Emperor of Heaven graciously gave me nine kits, each with three wishes. As long as I could fulfill at least one wish for each of the chosen mortals, the immortals would help me solve the problem of my faith. So I was kicked off the Nantianmen by Zhenjun Erlang...
This article is purely fictitious. If there is any similarity, it may be that the brainwave frequency modulation is the same. The author does not write for any purpose, just for fun. Being able to make readers happy is my biggest gain. Please click the cross if you don't like it!