In modern times, if you call me a delivery guy, I won't take offense.
In the Song Dynasty, before you kneel and pray, you'd better think about what you want me to bless you with.
My name is Chen Jin, and I'm just a delivery guy.
I run errands by day and dream at night.
In my dreams, armored cavalry trample the land, a prince is captured, and a boy named Zhao Zhen grips the same piece of jade in his prison cell and asks me if I can save the Great Song.
Later, spiritual qi revival begins, and the uncanny emerge.
The authorities seal off the whole street, and I can't squeeze my way in.
In a panic, I raise my hand and unleash a palm-thunder strike.
“Coming through. I'm in a hurry, and I'll lose money if I'm late.”
Compared with Jin Yiwei, he has improved and is getting better. The more people read it, the better the book can be written. Give it five stars.