Two hundred years ago, Ji Qiu was the weed that he never got rid of.
Now he has turned into a piranha.
When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he sneered, pleased, he wanted the whole world of cultivation to kneel at his feet!
His smile immediately stiffened, and he felt the warmth in his arms. A little cub that was neither a wolf nor a dog rubbed against his neck and gave him a boo!
Those who support can bear loads. The pale one is boundless. The one who holds the sky is my Mr. Dog.
Qing Cang: Ji Qiu is still jumping around before the sky falls or the earth sinks, so just continue to sleep.
Ji Qiu: I am 200 years old, older, I have a partner, I don't talk or flirt.
Purpose: Recover the lost honor and find the way home.