Traveling Through the Prehistoric Times, I Am Bound to the Cultivation Extraction System

Fortunately, I haven't written that dirty poem yet. Otherwise, the great business fortune will be cut off from now on, and King Zhou will also die tragically. "Ding! The cultivation extraction system is being bound..." "Composing a poem in Nuwa Palace can extract the cultivation of the immortal realm." Just when Zishou was about to run away, a system came up. He must write a poem, right? Then I won't write any dirty poems, right? I praise, praise and worship, can't I? "The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you at Yaotai under the moon." When Nuwa saw the poem written by Zi Shou, she was particularly satisfied: "This Prince Zhou, Shou, is a bit interesting..."