New Stories from Time to Time

When I woke up, I became Douluo's famous poor man and cannon fodder - with a total net worth of 800 gold soul coins, and only three days left before the original work was completed and received a box lunch. This script is too stingy! Kneel down and lick Tang San? Stop making trouble. If I stand in front of him with a wrinkled face, people might think I'm here to get my pension. Go to the Spirit Hall? Forget it, that's a luxurious group-killing package in the later stage. I, an old man like me, still want to play around for a few more years. As for Hu Liena and Qian Renxue... Ahem, people have to have some dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and salted fish? Anyway, my Candream Martial Arts major is dream-making, and there is everything in my dreams - can the matter of a top illusionist be regarded as a toad wanting to eat swan meat? This is called art coming from life! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.