I Wish That I, Who Am Trying to Piece Together Everything, Can Survive.

There was a gentle knock on the door of the orphanage. When the nurse opened the door, she only saw an ugly-looking baby with a note in his arms and the word "Juanxiu" written in his hand. Stay alive. These three words ran through Lu Guhuo's life. When he lived under the revolving door of death, he found that the door to the new world was open to him. In the vast world of cultivating immortals, there are mortals who are like slaves, there are Qi practitioners who are like arrogance, and there are foundation-building immortals who are like immortals... Live, live. These three words still run through Lu Guhuo's life. Stealing a glimmer of life from the desperate situation, he secretly made up his mind to survive. Baring his fangs in the intrigue and deception of cultivating immortals, the hidden targets came to naught. He meditates, he survives, he takes revenge, he enjoys... "I know there is no place for me in this world, but why do you judge my soul? I just want to live until the end of this world. "