“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.