When he turned out the light and lay on the bed, Lin Xie didn't fall asleep for a long time. All the martial arts appeared in his head, as well as the figures, flashed in his mind one by one. He wanted to twist them into a rope and put them together into a set of fists. He had special functions, but now he couldn't help it. What the thousands of years of Chinese civilization precipitated was what he could eat thoroughly. After all, he is not omnipotent. He is only a person, not a God. It can't be said that there is light in the world.

Lin Xie knows...