C27 The house! The house! The house!

Just like this, Zhao Shensan was like Sun Wukong, who had been beaten back to his original form by Old Lord Taishang's King Kong. From his appearance in spring to his complete silence in early winter, he was like a luxuriant leaf on a tree.

Only now did he realize how immature he had been a while ago!

Such a small achievement had attracted the jealousy and hatred of everyone