One Person: Brother, Please Restrain Yourself, I Really Can't Make It up Anymore.

Traveling back to Tian Jinzhong, he is about to face the miserable life of getting into a wheelchair at the age of twenty, keeping a secret for ninety years, and then dying in the wheelchair. Of course, there is also a slightly evil path to choose from, so... Geniuses everywhere? Turbulent times? Chaos? "Ahem! I, Zhang Zhiwei, guarantee the thousand-year reputation of Longhu Mountain that Jinzhong will be upright throughout his life!" "The howling evil ghost, doesn't it have a thin film of golden light outside the ten thousand miles of demonic energy? It's just a little modification of the golden light spell, it's of no great use~" "The blood... The blood sea vision is just a blinding trick, it can only damage the mind, it won't hurt anyone~" "Ah? You said that the Great Wall of Death... Yes! It's just Jianggong Lei. Despite its huge scale, its effectiveness is only that~" "As for the Bone Palace, actually... Actually..." Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th generation Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, finally came to Tian Jinzhong after the rumor refuting meeting and spoke sincerely. "Junior brother, why don't you think about restraining yourself a little bit? I really can't make it up anymore."