Weather Distribution System

Zhang Xing: "Young Master, Young Master, the Son of Destiny has come and asks you to go and bow down!" Zhang Shaoyang: "You are so ignorant. I prefer you to be the son of fate!" Zhang Xing: "Young Master, Young Master, the son of misfortune has come and wants you to surrender!" Zhang Shaoyang glanced at Zhang Xing. Zhang Xing was so frightened that his face was covered with cold sweat, and he quickly said, "I am not the son of misfortune!" Zhang Shaoyang:. . . Zhang Shaoyang: "Forget it, let him be the unlucky son!" Zhang Xing: "Young Master, Young Master..." Zhang Xing looked at Zhang Shaoyang's murderous eyes and held back his words. Zhang Shaoyang: "You are already a mature child of destiny, you should learn to grow on your own!" . . . . . . Zhang Zhen: "Son, the realm of being a father has stagnated again." The five big and thick, foot-picking Han clan leader put his big face in front of Zhang Shaoyang, Zhang Shaoyang threw out a string of crystal clear... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.