I was hit and killed while on a business trip in my first life.
In the second life, he became a cauldron and died peacefully.
After the third life was picked up on the streets of New York, he discovered that the world was full of humanoid spiritual energy storage tanks.
I can't seem to get the spiritual energy out of the storage tank even though I'm greedy.
This is a boring story where the monk is a bit slow and ruins the plot.
This is my first time writing in any sense, if you don't like it, don't comment × Run away
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It feels like it created a very touching mother-child relationship, I cried to death
It feels like it created a very touching mother-child relationship, I cried to death