I picked up a master uncle under the apricot tree, accompanied by his sister-controlling brother and bamboo horse, and a good-looking master. Even when he was embarrassed and lost his hair, he also picked up a Bodhi tree. Navigating the nine realms and so on is a piece of cake. He is a sure winner in life.
"How can you bear this heavy burden of the gods?"
Shui Lingling's eyes blinked, and the master stopped training.
"Junior sister, how many times have you knocked over this alchemy furnace this month?"
With a little hand on the sleeve, the senior brother had no choice but to give her sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
The sky is falling, but this world is still being held up by people...
Intention: The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life, a uniquely sweet article