He wakes up and holds the power of the world, but he lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman.
Five thousand years is too long, I only seize the day.
In this splendid era, no one knows the dangers of the barbarians around them, and no one cares about the lives of the people in the world.
The princes stand together, and their eyes are full of powerful and beautiful women in the world.
There is constant competition and internal strife.
In just a few decades, nine out of ten houses in the Central Plains were empty.
"Since you are all fighting and like to fight, then I will fight with you."
Gongsun Mo looked at everyone and said calmly: "I want all the beauties in this world."
. . . . . . .
Many years later, Gongsun Mo looked back at his past. Behind him were long-dead enemies and numerous bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, turn around in vain.
The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
