Three years, three tests, all ordinary people, no aptitude for cultivating immortals, the bound system is called a spicy chicken. Every time I sign in, I will either give seeds or mud. So far, I have not even given her a steel jumper. , co-author, she only deserves to play with mud. Just after thinking about it, the system’s daily sign-in reminder sounded: Your sign-in for today has been refreshed. Looking at the sign-in screen that appeared in her mind, Jiang Yu no longer had the original enthusiasm and no expectations I muttered silently in my mind: Sign in. The sign-in interface flashed randomly, and a reward was displayed to remind a farmer. Jiang Yu was so angry after reading it that he cursed: Can you have a little insight? I can’t even support myself now, you give me back I'm sending you a farmer, you're making my already poor life worse! Just as Jiang Yu was beating the system, a black figure descended from the sky, unbiased and upright