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When the turtle Yamata no Orochi saw him, he would kneel three times and kowtow nine times. The American goddess of luck could kiss the soles of his feet for hundreds of years. Even the Saint of Mount Olympus refused to marry for his life and remained as pure as a jade. Gods and demons resurrected, and aliens invaded. When those terrifying beings beyond imagination arrived and saw him standing proudly with a sword, he turned around and ran away. He let out a desperate scream: "Oh my god! How come this living dad is still alive?!" His name is Fengyun, a patron saint who has silently guarded the world for five thousand years. He just wants to be an ordinary person...

Guo Xiaohu, the genius doctor of the Fulu Taoist Sect, came down the mountain. The villagers cried with excitement, but the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital cried sadly. "Guo Xiaohu, my grandpa just caught a cold. Not only did you defraud him of Tang Bohu's paintings and rosewood chairs, but you even didn't spare the window frames and floors of our house." "Shit, your grandpa also promised to let you stay with me for three days to check up on your health." Guo Xiaohu said with a smile as he looked at the beauty who looked like a big star and had a figure like a model.