I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

A broken and perished world of immortals and gods, a volume of jade slips of heavenly scriptures inheriting immortality, a tragedy whose fate has long been composed as an elegy, and a depraved dog who can’t support the wall with mud.

“Swallow a golden pill into the abdomen, only to know that my fate is up to me.”

In the world of the dragon clan, Lu Mingfei sang and sang softly, and behind him 30,000 miles of glow gathered and scattered, like a sea of ​​clouds rolling in mighty.

He broke a Jianmu stick at his fingertips, leaned down and poked Lu Mingze in the cheek with the Jianmu stick.

“My dear brother, are you moved?”

At that moment, Lu Mingze really wanted to grab the collar of Destiny and put a question on his face.

“You care about this stuff… call it a silly dog?!”