Mottled walls, dim light, and a faint musty smell in the air.
This is not the home I remember.
Look at these hands again. They are rough and strong, and there are calluses left by years of holding guns.
A thought flashed through me: Have I traveled through time?
Haha, it's such an old-fashioned plot.
However, let's make peace with it.
I'm not the kind of person who gives up easily.
Especially when a mechanical voice sounded in my mind: "The god-level sign-in system has been activated. Do you want to sign in?"
This time travel welfare is really timely.
Reader comments
Too poisonous. . Brother, I was poisoned after reading two chapters.
Too poisonous. . Brother, I was poisoned after reading two chapters.