
Only Seeing Thousands of Miles Depends on Silver Man
by Bone
About This Novel
Ahem, hello everyone, my name is Shi Wuchen. I was born in an orphanage. I usually dig around in the dirt and look at words when I have nothing to do. I stride forward on my passionate youth road and don't forget to do Tai Chi... In short, I can live a decent life without green hair. Twenty years of leisurely life is quite interesting. It's just that I fell into another world without any reason, and somehow became a saint of the Persian Ming Cult who was responsible for saving the country and the people (what nonsense), which makes me a little headache. That gentle and upright handsome man, how do you control a monster like a fragrant concubine to attract butterflies? By the way, there is also the one who likes to wear dark colors. I know you like to be lively, but you can't get involved in everything. Hey, those two next to you, stop fighting and give way to the girls! Um? Are you saying she doesn't look like a woman? Why did she... Eh, eh, why did she start to hit the handle again and let go! Hey, stop twisting your finger and pretending to be too deep. Come over and help. They are all in a mess! What kind of porridge is it? They didn't make porridge, I mean they made a mess... Oh forget it. After all, she is a heroine who has traveled through time, but the halo of the heroine has been completely lost by the main protagonist? Voice-over: Don't worry, I've left you another big treasure. Heroine: What? Voiceover: A pile of pots~
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