In the cafeteria, the rich second generation poured the leftovers into Shen Mo's dinner plate.
"A poor man only deserves to eat this."
The next second, Shen Mo raised his head, and a pressure that suffocated everyone erupted around him.
The rich second-generation warrior bodyguard's legs weakened and he knelt down.
"The emperor... The pressure of the emperor? Who are you?!"
Shen Mo picked up the dinner plate, turned around and left.
"You can eat this dish yourself."
No one knew that in his ancient ring lived an eternal emperor from two thousand years ago.
The art of emperors, the inheritance of ancient martial arts, and the strategic layout——
From today on, he is no longer the poor student who allows others to bully him.
——
An imperial ring at the beginning, a slap in the face that lasts all night, and a feeling of numbness in the scalp
