Dressed as a refugee, with two babies in her arms, and rebels outside the door.
I, an eighteenth-tier actor, crawled to the feet of the rebel leader:
"Sir, if you choose me, you will neither suffer nor be fooled. I am good at cooking, warming the bed, and doing everything~"
He lowered his eyes and looked at me, and the wooden string stopped: "Yeah."
Then he killed two of his men, wiped the blood from my face, and took me away in a princess hug.
The system was disconnected at this time, and only one sentence came: "Strategy... I can't go back..."
Who to attack? He? That dank and crazy man with red eyes?
Later I found out, how to conquer him? That's easy to get!
Later I discovered that he was also sent by the system.
His secret is bound up with mine.
And he killed "her" with his own hands.
(Part of the plot has been added to the extra story, so the original plot may be partially unreasonable. Everyone is welcome to discuss and make suggestions! This novel comes from a dream, purely for love. It is the first time I write, I accept criticism and suggestions, and I will continue to work hard. Thank you everyone!)
