He only wanted to live a carefree life, but the arrival of the King System changed his fate.
Five years later, he had become a king, his name renowned and feared by countless powerful forces.
A new mission began. The king returned, fighting his way through one bloody battle after another, sweeping aside all opposition and forging the name of an absolute ace soldier.
Yan Qing said: "I'm not the God of Death, but I am the King of Hell!"
An Ran rolled her eyes. "The King of Hell keeps a beauty hidden away at home? That's completely turned my worldview upside down."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The appraisal is over. Ten chapters of nonsense and less than one chapter of the plot has been written. It's too watery and made me very angry after reading it.
Water word count? It sounds like every two or three minutes is the day's update. I'll write it occasionally, don't write it in every chapter.
Hubi International mercenaries are coming back to join the army? Are you a **? If you are an individual, you will not join the army.
Where is the novel with the same name as yours? It's about Xiaozhuang. Why can't I find it?
That helpless smile in Chapter 7. The system didn't force you to become a soldier (anyway, I didn't see anything in your book about not being able to complete the obliteration or anything like that). It's obvious that you wanted to go yourself, but you turned the blame on the system and pretended to be unwilling. It's really disgusting. You want to build a memorial arch even though you're a concubine. Bah!
Three chapters are inseparable from the word "wry smile". The author must be a bad guy, and there are not so many wry smiles in the waste stream.
I don't see the meaning of all this.
It's a female soldier again. Would it be impossible to write a book without female soldiers?
If you want to be a salty fish, why don't you just ask the author to remove your system?
I feel like I'm so awesome. I only got started after reading chapter 27. What the hell was that written about?