This Time Traveler Is Not Good

My name is Mo Yuan. I have lived for more than three thousand years. I look about twenty years old. I opened an antique shop in the old street of Longcheng. I drink tea and play with my cat every day. I live like a retired cadre. Until time travelers swarmed in - those who cultivated immortality, those who were reborn, those with systems, those who came from the end of the world... They thought they got the protagonist's script, but they didn't know that every brick on this street was older than his grandfather's grandfather. I just need to hold out a finger lightly, the system collapses, the cultivation level returns to zero, and the time traveler kneels down and calls the senior. Later, a female captain of the Alien Management Bureau pointed a gun at my head. I recognized the causal thread on her body. It was an old friend who died for me thousands of years ago. The underground seal of Tianlong City shattered, the thousand-year-old enemy opened his blood-red eyes, the Destiny Club surfaced, and the ascension to the fairy world was a scam. The truth of not ascending for three thousand years. Three hundred ways to slap the time traveler in the face. An old street, an antique shop, and a cat that has lived for eight hundred years. And a man who finally decided not to run away. "The territory of Longcheng is named Mo."