The Ming Dynasty collapsed, the heroes fell to Zhuolu, and the world was in turmoil again. In a time of great strife, there are always a few people who can carry forward the times, the nation, and the country. Once through Zhu Cixiang, weeping and holding the bones of relatives, laughing at the flowers in the blood, how to reorganize this troubled world? This is a story that preys on the world.
Reader comments
It feels very good now that I see it. There is no bullshit system and the author has a certain foundation. Not bad!
It feels very good now that I see it. There is no bullshit system and the author has a certain foundation. Not bad!
Very nice and creative
Beautiful plain text
Well written, but not systematic