When I was eight years old, I met a fortune teller. The fortune teller said that when I was thirty-six years old, I would wear a yellow robe, eat with big fish and meat, be surrounded by beauties, and have many wives and concubines...
I am just thirty-six years old this year, and I am a horse rider by profession, but nothing the fortune teller said has come true.
My uniform is blue, and so far, the most expensive takeaway I've ever delivered was a deluxe version of Malatang…
As for the clouds of beauties and their hordes of wives and concubines, let me just say this: all the flies in our house are male!
Just when I was about to go to the fortune teller to settle my accounts, I fucking traveled through time...
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I like it very much, please give it a thumbs up to the author^0^~ Update now!
This book doesn't stick with the needle
Author, please keep writing
The plot is very good It's just not enough to watch! [Doge]