Lingxiandu

Bai Su was born into a family of cultivators but could not cultivate. He had no ideals or goals in cultivating immortals. However, I accidentally walked onto the immortal road, only to find that there is only one avenue, and everyone on the road will step on you if you don't want to go, and I will trample you to death without any discussion. You ask me what is an immortal? Hehe, there is no such thing as an immortal. Once you have wings, you feel like a bird. It's vulgar. You ask me where my heart is? You still have to fart when you poop, there is a way to do nothing, do you understand? You ask me why I cultivate immortality? Humph, I just want to ask that man who looks like a peacock if he regrets rejecting me! Ouch, senior sister, you are so verbose. Master told you to go home and practice. ＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝ The heroine has room to be disobedient, she has magical skills that she can't afford to support, and even her spiritual roots are becoming more and more useless as she is refined. Let's see how she cheers up in grief and anger. (The new book requires support, and I also hope that friends who are fattening can collect it first. Thank you very much.)