Hosted for millions of years, I am the Holy Emperor of the Human Race

Chapter 121

Thirty-three days of good fortune

In Li Beifei’s small courtyard, Li Beifei was frowning and looking at a scroll with a simple texture and an unknown age.

There is a line of large characters on the right side of the scroll. I don’t know what era the font is from. In the center of the scroll, there are tens of thousands of characters that are densely packed like tadpole script. This is the supreme magic that Li Wangba promised Li Beifei before. ! (The forgotten children’s shoes return to