Zhang Fan, a veteran, had just stabilized his iron job as "District Chief Driver" when a car accident happened... When he opened his eyes again, the world was spinning - he fell into the Hehuan Sect of the Tianlong Continent, with a cold stone bed under him and a red rope that locked people around him. The maid's whisper floated in his ears: "This body is strong enough to be used as a cauldron for the elders..." From the iron-blooded warrior who protects his family and country, to the one waiting to be slaughtered. "Practice supplies." Zhang Fan clenched his fists: "Want to suck my Yang Yuan?" Ask me first if I can answer!
