Grassroots Emperor

Zhu Xian picked up the brush in his hand and waved: "Fairy!" "The system is calculating... It exceeds the current level and cannot be completed." "Cannon!" "The system is calculating... The current material is short of sulfur, please host to replenish it in time" "Roast duck!" "The system is calculating... Material transformation is conserved, there is enough ink, please host to continue painting" The suffering of the Han people will be changed by me. "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts." Kill me! Kill! Kill!