[Plot] [Struggle for hegemony] [Decisive killing] [No system] [No heroine]
"Is this still in China?"
"I'm taking a taxi, what are you doing for me?!"
"I'll go to bed at eight in the morning!!!"
Han Lin suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was a deep blue light, as if an endless ocean was rippling in his pupils. His whole stomach felt like it was overturned, and the discomfort was unbearable.
Until this moment, he didn't realize that he was lying on the smooth back. The bumps made him dizzy. The uncontrollable nausea made him say "Wow" and spittle gushed out.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty? What's wrong, Your Majesty!"
The woman next to her screamed in surprise, and the sound cut through the chaos and seemed particularly harsh. Han Lin looked around blankly, but he didn't know who she was calling.
The biting cold rain penetrated his collar like a sharp arrow, and the biting cold made the blood in his body boil, as if he was in a world of ice and fire.
What on earth is this place?
