Lord Futian

“Qing Niu, you are weak, really weak!”

Since Li Qingniu can remember, the deaf mother has been telling him this way.

In this regard, Li Qingniu has always been convinced. Because he didn’t run as fast as the lame grandfather, he didn’t see the blind man turning away, and there was no medicine scum in alchemy.

He couldn’t even beat the big black bull at the entrance of the village. Until one day, Li Qingniu walked out of the village…