The nine to five is not free the mysterious world turn a turn. Cultivation of immortality for a year can not be law, refining the body a day to get a strange fate. One day a layer day rise, three thousand days and nights three thousand layers. Refining the immortal body, day and night not envy immortality. Do not let me have free time? One punch sends me to the West! Two punches to scatter the soul! Whatever you demons and devils, or ghosts, Buddhists and immortals!
