On the top of the mountains, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind was as sharp as a knife, rolling up rocks and turning them into snow. The fairy in red stood in the wind, her willow eyebrows stood upright, and her phoenix eyes said evilly: "Trash, a bunch of useless things!"
The ancestor was angry and his blood flowed thousands of miles! Behind the fairy, the monks were trembling and silent.
At the critical moment, the young man stepped forward and said: "Yin is not talented, but he is willing to build the most professional training team for the ancestor to ensure all the expenses required for the ancestor's immortal journey. Treasure pills, guard safety, spiritual energy supply, daily life and even slaves and servants, if there is anything that is not in line with the ancestor's wishes, I am the only one asking! I propose to set up an ancestor's cultivation office..."
Literary version: Immortality has entered the scene in advance, bringing with it the fragrance and fragrance of tranquility.
Except for the spotlight that breaks the darkness, the unforgivable sin, and the crown of thorns.
When I appear, I also need a BGM that makes the stars tremble, a breeze that fades the white night, and a majestic flower condensed with blood.
Popular version: Cheng Mo, a terminally ill boy, obtains his father's mysterious relic, survives and grows up all the way. From being sick in the second year of high school to becoming a big devil, he is warmed and melted, and gradually gets closer to the truth about the world. (VIP group: 564919797)