The sun was a little hot, not quite like it should be in late autumn. Wang Ergou was sunburned, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"This god is really not in shape, I don't know it's almost winter!"

Wiping his sweat and cursing at the sky, Wang Ergou still chose to go home with his head down, after all, he didn't have the ability to argue with God.

When he was a child, he also liked to listen to the old people in the village tell the stories of those immortals and the Heavenly Fighting Method, and even had an extremely blind worship of them, bent on "cultivating immortals and ascending". If it weren't for the second dog's fucking stick that hurt enough, this unlucky child would have "fallen" long ago......

"Aladdin's Lamp of Death" Chapter 117: Birthday is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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