All I want in a hundred years of life is to have a house full of children and grandchildren.
Me! Monday! As soon as I arrived here, I was hunted down by my great-grandson-in-law's brother! I was so stunned that I wanted to jump off the building to survive! Did I say anything? !
She finally came back to life, and as soon as she crawled out of the coffin, she was beaten again by her two granddaughters! He was almost tied up and buried in a coffin again.
Wrong? Nine out of ten times is wrong. The stronger my descendants are, the stronger I will be?
Hey, as the saying goes, the interpersonal relationships of five people can cover the whole world, so wouldn't I, who lived hundreds of years ago, be the ancestor of everyone?
