Heroine: This Killer Is a Softie

I once saw a comment like this when reading a novel: "Wagon - a standard vehicle for crossing." At that time, I just thought it was funny and praised the original poster's imagination in my heart. I never thought that one of my own would be taken away by a truck. When I woke up, looking at the cinnabar mole on my arm, I couldn't help but feel an unknown fire in my heart. Suddenly, the grass content increased sharply. I thought I, a tall and dignified man of seven feet, actually had something called kidney sand. Where do the remnants of feudalism and backward thinking come from? This is a world where women are respected, women earn money to support the family, and men are as beautiful as flowers. It's really eye-catching to see those men dressed up in fancy clothes and eating peaches to cool off. I, Mo Yu, am ashamed to be with him. However, the women here are really good. They can work in the hall, in the kitchen, build a career, and defeat gangsters. How to eat the soft rice served to your mouth? Or eat it? Or eat it? Men should strengthen themselves and never forget their roots. Men always want to pursue greater power. When I was a child, I had fantasies about immortals and heroes, and my desire to travel the world with swords. In essence, I still want to have more powerful and mysterious power. Even when he grew up, he knew that there was no hope in cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts, but he was still fascinated by fantasy novels. It turns out that I have never forgotten my original love, I just put it in a more reasonable position.