On his way home from get off work one day, Lin Jiu was killed by a big golden egg falling from the sky. Yes, he was killed. From then on, we embarked on a path of no return. "Qiqiqiqi, you are becoming more and more humane. You must have been infected by me. I know I am very powerful. Don't worship me." "... Host." Am I bound to someone? I regret it... PS: First time writing, first time writing, first time writing! Poor grasp of details. Thank you for reading, remember to bookmark it, and give the author as many comments as you want. Don't throw money at me!