Release That Succubus - Chapter 264 Level 1 Alert

Resurrection of spiritual energy, faith first.

Someone Li Daitao ossified the heavenly father, Buddha, and gods. They intend to use false beliefs to become enlightened. Some people have autobiographies, they believe that they are legends, so there is no need to pretend to be others. Some people become synonymous with stars, idols and everything that can be worshiped by people. They believe that no matter how false beliefs are, they are also beliefs.

And Li Yi also came back, he was not reincarnated, he just returned to his own body.

After living for 5,700 years, he was tired and exhausted. He has seen all the prosperity in the world, he has suppressed all the people in the world who are equal, he is a living immortal, he is Li Changsheng.

Now he is Li Yi, he just wants to lie down.

Then he became the fairy in the world again, this time he did nothing but lay quietly at home.

The New Bible, Da Lei Yin Book, Sword God’s Autobiography, Tianxue’s Autobiography, Qingxuan’s Autobiography…the deeds written by countless strong men cannot escape an ending, the living immortal Li Changsheng.

No matter how stunningly talented and talented, they will eventually stop in front of him.

Li Yi: Li Changsheng’s matter, what do I care about Li Yi?

- Description from novelbuddy

“Take me in, I’ll do anything you want me to!”

Jun Wu Xiao = Almighty > author. The author accepts to design adventures for Him. So this work will never end, one adventure will lead to another (except the first one because of an error). If you want to read a book that will never end, then read this. Thank you!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.