Lang Zhongjun

A master's degree, his soul has traveled through the unknown ancient times. No ring, no system, no old man with white beard, no memory of this world... Damn it, I don't have anything at the beginning, I don't even know who I am, how can I play? With unbearable hunger in his belly and deep depression in his heart, Zhao Xing couldn't help but raise his head and raise his middle finger: "What a thief..." Don't let anything fly from the sky and hit your forehead. Holding the big red hydrangea in his arms, before he fainted, he just wanted to ask: "Who has been stabbed a thousand times and stuffed a stone into the ball!" When I opened my eyes again... There was a maid with a smile as bright as a flower: "Uncle, the girl invites you!" A woman with beautiful eyebrows said: "Ms. Sir, I'm so polite here!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.