When I entered the ancient torture novel, the original owner was whipping the fallen proton.
System warning: [Death countdown: 72 hours.
In the future, he will chop me into pieces three thousand times, but now he is huddled in the woodshed with a high fever.
I secretly stuffed myself with anti-pyretics late at night, and he grabbed my burned wrist: "What other tricks does your highness want to play?"
Later, the new emperor trapped me on the dragon couch and rubbed the light scar on my wrist with his fingertips: "Wanxing, does your burned hand still hurt?"
The system suddenly beeped: [Due to the heartbeat of the target being conquered, the host gained——immortality.
