The invitation from the "Tuhui" space suddenly came, Ling Zhao gnawed on the skewers and clicked to confirm - after all, the rejection option was always just a decoration.
As a veteran with a 100% clearance rate, her daily drawing style of the dungeon is unique:
In Lutai of the Yin Shang Dynasty, she persuaded King Zhou to increase the wages of slaves; in the Qinling Underground Palace, she complained that bronze lamps cost oil; in the rain of arrows at Xuanwu Gate, she handed tissues to Li Shimin.
Her teammates thought she was crazy, but historical figures looked at her differently: the King of Shang summoned her unexpectedly, the First Emperor allowed her to come and go freely, and even Fang Xuanling secretly sighed that "Mr.'S demeanor is as recorded in ancient books."
No one knows why this woman, who always tells cold jokes on the edge of life and death, knows the details of thousands of years ago so well, and why she can wander in the torrent of history.
Group portraits pass the level, no CP. While everyone was struggling to survive in the "retrospective" space, Ling Zhao only cared about whether the next instance would provide food or not - after all, the bark he chewed in Jingkang last time was indeed a bit cumbersome.
Those "she's not simple" speculations? Don't worry, it's not an illusion.
