The Sickly Prince: He Went Crazy with One Hundred Thousand Martial Saints to Kill Him

[The ratings have just been released and will increase later. Sign in + Invincibility + Power Building + Not the Holy Mother + Decisive Killing] Traveling through the fantasy world, Long Youyou became the frail and sick third son of the Prince of Zhenbei. Don't want to practice? It doesn't matter, the system will sign you in automatically! Three years after signing in, all the servants in the palace have changed: The old woman who sweeps the floor is a peerless swordsman who can open the heavenly gate with one sword! The aunt who is chopping vegetables in the kitchen is a ninth-grade alchemy saint who kills many people! Even the lame old man who feeds the horses is the king of assassination who once terrified the Seven Kingdoms! … On the day of the wedding, the emperor was stupid and sent a hundred thousand royal guards to surround the palace, hoping to destroy the entire Long family? Long Youyou sighed and threw away the melon seed skin in his hand. "I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but you insist on seeking death." With a single order, the ground in the palace exploded! Three thousand giant snow dragons trampled the void, and one hundred thousand dead warriors of the Grand Master drew their swords from their sheaths! That night, Xuanwu City flowed with blood, and the red silk turned into a red carpet. King Zhenbei, who returned from the front line, looked at the corpses of saints all over the ground and trembled: "Son, is this the little bit of wealth you mentioned??"