Rong Dongben was a small novelist among the vast crowd of people.
Accidentally traveled to the spiritual world of martial arts
However, my bones are too weak and my age is too high, so I am doomed to live an ordinary life.
I am lamenting that I have lived in white clothes for two generations. I have a lot of blood, but I can't make a sword immediately.
The Storyteller System descended from the sky, with all kinds of skills, weapons, and elixirs.
Attracting people from all over the world to attack
But why do you call me Bai Xiaosheng?
I'm really not Bai Xiaosheng, I'm just a storyteller!
Reader comments
This... I had an outline before I wrote it. It's too messy. Are you sure it's not the product of a sudden brain high?
The protagonist is everyone's sucker. The protagonist is timid and weak. Afraid of this or that. No skills at all. Always being played by others. Everyone takes advantage of him. He enjoys it without knowing it.
I can't understand the conversation and can't keep up with their brain waves.
This... I had an outline before I wrote it. It's too messy. Are you sure it's not the product of a sudden brain high?
The protagonist is everyone's sucker. The protagonist is timid and weak. Afraid of this or that. No skills at all. Always being played by others. Everyone takes advantage of him. He enjoys it without knowing it.
I can't understand the conversation and can't keep up with their brain waves.
Two children, one large and one small