Immortals Kneel Down and Beg Me to Come Out of the Mountain

He had been sleeping for ten thousand years, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was buried in a leaky coffin by his unscrupulous descendants. The mountain-protecting formation was painted like chicken feet, and the disciples and disciples were crying, "Ancestor, help me." The demon sect's army was still clamoring at the door to level the mountain gate. "Okay," I dusted myself off and stood up, "Since you are so weak, I will barely take care of you." But I didn't expect that the only good disciple who didn't wet his pants was actually a yandere - he brought the drug and said with a deep look in his eyes: "Master, take me with you this time, don't think of leaving me again."