"A little immortal gentleman wants to lift me up?" Deep in the hard and dense broken stars, a distant consciousness thought so.

outside, in the afternoon of mengchongcheng, on the Loess square, I don't know how many people are watching. An old man in a black robe stands on his horse stance, rolls up his sleeves embroidered with the noble golden vortex logo, grabs the black turtle shell on the ground with his big hands, and just drinks!

"start!"

ha ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha, Chen chutao's face is red. He didn't expect that the...