Changsheng: I Rely on My Complaints to Prove My Truth

[The daily life of a child of destiny begins with being splashed with water on his feet] My name is Zhao Changsheng, I was born with demon bones, and I am known as the "Ominous Son". The whole clan regards me as the god of plague and expects me to die suddenly every day. I live in a woodshed where I can see the stars, and I have to compete with dogs for leftovers. But I don't panic, I even want to laugh a little bit—— Because I know that one day, I will make these people kneel down and call daddy. I just didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. The night the demon bone awakened, the whole clan came to kill me with torches. I thought I was going to get cold, but then a bad old man fell from the sky: "Baby, do you want some chicken?" I finished the last bite of the chicken leg: "Let's go." From then on, we embarked on a road of no return—— Holy Land handyman? No problem. Surrounded by thousands of people? Small scenes. Are old enemies fighting every day? Get used to it. Is the ultimate black hand going to destroy the world? Wait a minute, I'll finish this bowl of noodles first. I have a poisonous tongue strategist, a naive brother, a arrogant old enemy, and a love-minded saint. There is also a glutton who can't do anything but eat. He thinks about selling me for meat every day. Others practice immortality in order to live forever, but I practice immortality in order to live. Live for two things: First, find my cheap dad who ran away. Second, let's see if the legendary "source of all things" can be used as food. As for the ultimate black hand? He said he wanted to destroy the world. I said wait a moment and let me finish pretending first.