Stealing Star of Ryusei

The king of mercenaries in his previous life, but a cold boy in this life. Liu Xing held the Twelve Moons and looked at the blood-red battlefield indifferently, and said gorgeously: Ants, you are no match for me. The author curled his lips: Just show off and wait until a lightning strikes you to death. Please see how he thrives in stealing stars, hugging beautiful women This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.