Opening a path in the mountains and building a bridge in water

Zhang Zian finally understood that Dharma pushing did not refer to a donkey friend's donkey, but more like comparing him to a mule, or, in the Chinese term, a diligent old yellow ox.

Did all Westerners ... No, Western Wolves like to praise people like this? Or was this an ancient way of praising people?

Also, what the hell was becoming a saint?

He could only think of the physical sanctification in myths, Xianxia, and fantasy novels, but those were obviously nonsense.

"Meow meow meow! Let me tell you, this stinky man has already become a 'Saint', and he's one of the 60 million leftover men in China. Congratulations!"

Snowy Lionet slowly tore off a piece of Beaver's meat and didn't forget to tease him.

The pushing spell was shocked."There are that many saints in China?"