In the restaurant, he has a poor reputation, and in the world of martial arts, he is a proud man. He sings loudly and breaks the glass lamps. He roars and breaks the purple lanterns. He knocks the wooden fish to pieces. He sits on the futon and is released into the Tao. He breaks the Tao and returns to the secular world. Selling wine, washing away the dust in the Laojun Hall, the Bodhisattva said to me that my voice was evil, and I said: I will never grow old if I walk on the green mountains, and the scenery on earth is the most beautiful. Heaven does not care about the affairs of the world, but allows me to wander around for a few more days.
I am a prodigal, but I love the world of mortals. Occasionally, I strayed into the path of immortality and only became a human being in this world. Everything... started with a honey trap.
(This is the tenth book of Waste Paper. Looking back ten years later, I am still empty-handed. After ten years of Waste Paper, I am still wrong. I hope to rekindle my passion in the new world. Friends who like it, please support me!
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