Calabash baby, Calabash baby, seven flowers on a vine. Don't be afraid of wind or rain, blah blah blah.
"Wow"
Accompanied by a loud cry rising into the sky, where the Xiao Clan leader lived, seven-colored divine light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire valley. There seemed to be something green, winding, and convex in the dazzling divine light, and there was a colorful gourd mountain.
I once rode Emperor Huangtian.
I once pointed out the Butian Pavilion to worship the old gourd vine.
I once created the Recipe Collection of Classics of Mountains and Seas.
I have whipped An Lan, hammered Yu Tuo, and peed in the immortal pot.
He turned his back to all living beings, fishing for eternity alone, sitting alone on the emperor's coffin to suppress the unknown and the great terror under the abyss... Just to fish for you in the long river of time.
