I, the majestic young master of the Red Snake Kingdom, had his memory deleted and was given training among the people. What kind of bullshit tradition is this?
I was taken in by an old man among the people and named me "bastard of a dog".
The old man was uncertain and scolded me again at the door, "Grandpa still had a fresh hot urine in the morning. You took the bucket away. Where did grandpa pee? Did he pee in your mouth?"
The old man is capable, but I don't know what he does. He told me not to worry.
Finally, he wanted to teach me life-long survival skills. Unexpectedly, he was not the one who cut people's hemorrhoids, but was the knife maker who cleansed people's bodies...
My majestic future king of the Red Snake Kingdom is actually a knife maker...
Many local gangsters also knew that my memory had been deleted and I was practicing among the people. They wanted to tie me up so that they could extort a huge sum of money from my father. Thanks to my father, I sent a guard from the Red Snake Kingdom to me...
