
Ongoing
“Morakes? Huh! A petty man. When we first met, I chased and killed me for three days and three nights. This immortal will never forget it. ”
“Wendy Moyu is still very weak? What Qiuqiu language are you talking about? Although it’s a bit insincere now, the god who was able to put the wind blade on my neck back then is not bad. ”
“Thunder God? Abandoned indiscriminately, a man who builds a car behind closed doors, pitiful and pathetic. ”
“Grass God? The chosen God, not worth mentioning. ”
On the wine table, the blond traveler and the white UFO listened to the doctor in front of him blowing cowhide while tricking a disciple named Guobeng into drinking. After looking at each other, the traveler asked cautiously.
“Since you are so well-informed, have you ever seen a woman who looks similar to me? ”
“Of course, it was a sweet night. ”
“? ”
“? ”
The blond traveler tremblingly stretched out his hand to the edgeless sword beside him.
… …
Time will wear away many things.
And what is inscribed can be recalled by later generations.
Yaksha is such a sculptor.
Until, he discovered that the world was sick.
Being “reasonable” can be regarded as the duty of medical immortals.
This is a story from before the Demon God War, I hope you like it.