Time is reflected in the snowman, and there is no sense of history at all.

"Lao Pu, what happened to you after 7,213 years of hard work?"

Pu Puo stared at the numbers on the snowman, his eyes a little straight, and his mouth seemed to be talking in sleep.

"In the year 7213 of the Bitter Calendar, my forty-third illegitimate son was born. He is blond and blue-eyed. He will be as handsome as me when he grows up. He has inherited all the characteristics of the prophet. Unfortunately, he is blind."

Not blond?

Why are you still blind?

Could it be that fortune tellers in the Lashi world also have three shortcomings and five shortcomings?

Are they not blue eyes, but closed?

Cai Gen followed Puo's train of thought and thought about it. It's not nutritious.

The snowman appeared and the sacred fire was lit, certainly not to commemorate his blind son.

"Lao Pu, hurry up. After 7213 years of hard work, what happened?"

Pu Luo was stunned by Cai Gen's roar, reacted instantly, and exclaimed.

"War of the Gods!"

What?

Cai Gen wanted to continue asking in detail, but the surroundings in front of him suddenly changed.

The originally dark mountain disappeared and was replaced by ruins, the earth was devastated, and the sky was stained with blood.

Various magical special effects, like the bell ringing on New Year's Eve, are flying all over the sky, dazzling people.

A chain lightning, like a towering tree turned upside down, directly enveloped Cai Gen and the others.

Cai Gen decisively closed his eyes and gritted his teeth symbolically to express his final stubbornness.

Who can run faster than lightning?
Chapter completed!