I dressed as the villainous female character in the book and was about to torture the young villain.
Looking at the little Doudin in front of me who was so hungry that he was chewing the bark of a tree, I silently wrote the vicious script.
The system issued a frantic warning: "Please maintain your character! Otherwise, you will be wiped out!"
I blocked the system with my backhand and picked up Little Douding:
"Let's go, my sister will take you to open up wasteland and farm."
Ten years later, the villain I raised came with thousands of troops.
He got off his horse and held up the military talisman:
"Sister, can I give you this country as a betrothal gift?"
