[Not a brainless and cool article! Want to tell a good story
He was just an autopsy clerk who wanted to pay his dues on time and save money to buy a field.
Until the yandere saint held up the blood-stained fairy sword and said, "Ah Zhao, I picked your hand tendon, and it can only belong to me from now on."
Until the Wasted Emperor Ji cracked the bluestone with a whip and said, "Your life is a private property that I bought seven years ago."
Until the thousand-year-old silver-haired idol landed barefoot on the ground, it only recognized him as its "Creator".
In this world where gods and Buddhas cannibalize humans, what is the price for mortals who possess divine marrow and try to kill gods?
I saw Lu Zhao dissecting his bones to identify the forgery, while holding down three women who wanted to dismantle him and insert them into his belly.
