The war between humans and demons finally ended. Feng Yanke, who had just climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, was kicked by his unscrupulous master and left to work as a nanny for children.
Looking at the barren mountains and ridges, Feng Yanke, who had to drag his broken bellows body that was vomiting blood all day long to look at the child, let out a long sigh——
Feng Yanke: "Life is difficult, everyone is a living ancestor..."
Feng Yanke, who was about to recite the sect's development plan, looked at the little kids making a mess below——
Feng Yanke: "..."
The veins on his forehead were pulsing, and he used the body-holding technique to control these little devils and restore peace to the world.
Clearing his throat in a pretentious manner: "Regarding the future development of the sect, we have the following important resolutions..."
The impoverished sect practices daily life.
The daily life of a poor, sick and beautiful male mother raising her baby.
From rags to riches.
Group portraits and passionate sand sculptures.
Intention: Live towards the sun, life towards the light