Feng Yiran was working conscientiously to drive screws in a black-hearted factory in the 21st century. Every day he just browsed Douyin, ordered takeout, and read novels to maintain the joy of life. He did not fall in love, get married, or buy a house. Maybe God couldn't stand it anymore. When I touched the switch of the equipment, I suddenly felt a heartbeat that made my whole body tremble. It was like 600 years ago. It's a pity that the person whose soul has penetrated is neither an emperor nor a king, but just a second-generation soldier guarding the city. There is no choice but to do everything possible to maintain a living.
