Known as the "God of Mildew" for eighteen years. . . Today I actually won the three-day-two-night script-killing meal! ! ! He is about to avenge his past humiliation. . . I was locked into a small dark room at night... Oh my God, my earth, what did I do wrong? . . The big iron gate opened like a prisoner and roared...
Suddenly, an unshaven man appeared outside the iron gate, looking at him with caring eyes. . .
Uncle! Uncle! Brother! Help me, help me!
Call the master...
What?
. . . With eyes wide open, I would rather die than surrender.
The man slowly stacked them in the opposite direction of the iron door.
Master, please accept my disciple's bow!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
