In the Late Ming, Killing Enemies Drops Gear

“You've got to be kidding me.”

“I just took a nap on the high-speed train, and I transmigrated to the end of the Ming dynasty.”

“Is transmigration really this casual nowadays?”

Li Chengming was excited about having transmigrated, but despaired at having no golden finger.

Watching the bandits storm into the city, Li Chengming could only raise his blade and fight.

“Ding!”

“Congratulations, Host, you have killed one rebel.”

“System reward...”