Douluo: First Cut Off the White Tiger Inheritance, Then Kill Tang San

I've traveled through time. From the air-conditioned room in the 21st century, I traveled to the continent of kings. Good news: I'm alive. Bad news: I became Ming Shiyin. The Ming Shiyin who wanted control but not control, wanted milk but not milk, wanted meat but not meat, and the only contribution of his whole body was to hold a red line for his teammates - and then his teammates deserved to die and run away. I looked down at myself. I saw a white robe and gold ornaments, a compass suspended in my hand, and my whole body was floating in the air. Well, the look is indeed pretty, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a loser. "Choose Ming Shiyin? Are you serious?" A voice exploded over. I looked up and found myself in the person selection interface - no, this is not a game, this is real. There were four people standing in front of me, with "Do you want shame" written all over their faces? Dian Wei who spoke put the ax on his shoulder: "Brother, if you don't want to win, you should have told me earlier. It would be better for me to hang up than to watch you choose Ming Shiyin." "That's right," Wang Zhaojun rolled his eyes while holding the staff, "If you want control but not control, and if you want milk supply but not milk supply, I really don't know what the planner is keeping you for, so just delete it." Luban No. 7 Hid behind him and poked his head around: "Can you change the assistant? I'm afraid that when King Lanling on the other side cuts me into a sieve, you can only stand aside and watch." Me: "..." Heartbroken. Although I know that Ming Shiyin is really miserable in the game, I am still a little unhappy when someone says that to my face. Etc. I am now Ming Shiyin. "Are you done?" I glanced at them. Dianwei