Xiu Xian: I Am Really the God of Creation

The hand is holding a brave brave, the body is riding and listening carefully, the white tiger is clearing the way. "Overbearing Master Zhao, please touch your head." Pixiu lay rolling around in Zhao Mei's arms. "I've heard that rookies run really slowly." Bai Hu opened the way in front. "Master Zhao can't stand the bumps. Bai'ehou, please shut up." Di Ting walked slowly. "I am the creator god of this world." Zhao Mei raised the Pixiu high and cheered for victory. No one thought that this man was just a broom star at first. Zhao Mei has been unlucky all his life, crossing the road at red lights many times, choking on drinking water, chewing gum under his feet, and turning on the lights will burn... In the end, no matter how careful he was, he was still thrown into the parallel world by a billboard that read "Good Luck Comes". The maintenance man of the universe promised him the fate of the God of Creation, but never thought that all his luck would be lost instantly after his birth. Bad luck plagued him again, but he refused to accept it. He always believed that he was really the God of Creation!