My name is Bai Ge, and I am a traveler.
Because of some accidents when crossing over, it was hung in the sky and was admired by most of the Japanese people for a few minutes, and by the way, he was awarded the title of the Lord of the Solar Eclipse.
For this reason, the area where I lived was under surveillance for four years, and I also served as a prudent traverser for four years.
There is an organization called the Secret Association, which is actually a middle-aged and elderly fraud center.
The high-school-educated scam boss Pope relied on copy-and-paste to cut out a “Doomsday Bible” for me from major myths.
I asked a master of epilepsy to carve an abstract statue of an indescribable or indescribable deity for me while I was sick.
In the name of blood sacrifice, aunt and aunt believers can donate chickens, ducks and poultry.
Every night, uncles and aunts with a hot eye index of 9.9 perform square dances.
By the way, I also invited my daughter from the second period of my family to cooperate with the acting.
After four years of tossing around like this, Bai Ge suddenly found out that one day, he seemed to be… a god?