When Qiuyin woke up from the soft big bed, she found that she had traveled through time and had an extra seed in her brain. What! Am I still a lord? Ah, is this territory still so poor? From then on, the miserable Qiuyin worked hard for her ideal life, but why am I liked by so many men? What kind of killer with little breasts is a little yandere, what kind of prince is still a domineering boss, you said that you, a great druid, are an old monster for more than 200 years, how can you still be so beautiful?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
