What kind of life is it like to be at the finish line of others at birth? Yang Feng wakes up and sees it.
What is the best master in the world, can you hurt me a vellus hair, go away; what king of gods, it’s not worthy to carry shoes for me, go away; what is the best beauty in the gods, give me… uh, you can barely accept this. I don’t dislike it, hehehe!
