This is a story about the elixir that becomes the essence
A little elixir of consciousness sits in a bottle in fear all day long, always afraid of being eaten.
Then he was picked up by a little Taoist priest
The little Taoist priest could actually hear him? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Emma, no need to be eaten! Even if that little Taoist priest is really bad, he can finally see the dawn of destiny!