Jiang Youning didn't expect that he would be blown up into an ancient princess to save someone.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the sinister Prince of Prey with a red hijab, crippled legs, and faces all over the house waiting to see her joke.
Substitute marriage? Disabled? Exile?
She weighed it, and it was good. The space and infinite weapons arsenal also came through.
"Your Majesty, the wheelchair is secure."
Since then, the style of painting on the road to exile has changed dramatically.
A killer is coming? She took out Gatling with her backhand.
Suffer hunger and cold? She silently brought out the self-heating rations for individual soldiers, while others ate steamed buns, while she ate hot pot and a Manchu-Han banquet. The escort officer went everywhere looking for water, and she made Coke, Sprite, and milk tea as she pleased.
Enemy troops besieging the city? She silently set up the rocket launcher.
Until one day, Prince Yin Zhi stood up from his wheelchair and put the dragon robe on her body with his own hands.
"Ning Ning, this world, and me, are all yours."
