"One gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things"
"One is born with two, two... Two is born with what?"
Twelve, who had a poor memory, cried out. Xiao Twelve, who has mediocre qualifications and only good looks, was not born to learn Taoism. He originally planned to spend the rest of his life quietly on the top of a hill, but he did not expect that once he came out of the mountain, everything would change, and his past and present lives would be like a cloud. Go round and round, what is supposed to come will always come.
Is it a human? ! Is it a demon? ! Poor academic skills! I can't tell the difference! Twelve cried again and took out the small note in his pocket: Uncle Monster! Let me cheat a little!