My name is Gu Nanqiu. Although I have a literary name, my ancestral identity is that of a businessman. In the words of literati, I am an ordinary person who smells of copper.
But. . .
One day, I was sitting on the fake stone in Gu's house and thinking about life. I opened my eyes and took another look!
Oh, I,,,,,,,,,, traveled through time! ! ! ! !
PS: On how a time traveler can survive in the cruel world of cultivation, "Thighs! I'm coming!"
The author has something to say: If you don't like the writing style of a novice and funny writer, and the level of writing of an elementary school student, then just don't like it. /(ㄒOㄒ)/~~