Chalcedony always imagined that he was a god. He learned the tricks of the gods, ate the rain and dew, and finally he starved to death.
The indifferent demon looked at the lunatic, this clown who didn't know the heights of heaven. If he was given a chance, could he become a god?
When he opened his eyes again, Chalcedony turned into a spiritual pet, an ugly monster.
"Yanshen, look at it, it's so ugly... Hahahahaha!"
The two tall men lowered their heads in pity and couldn't bear to look directly at this black and smelly rotten pet.
"The spiritual root is fine, just take it away."
Mo Ru nodded.
Intention: Do it for what you want.