He was transformed into the legitimate son of the Prince of Nanyang County. He was sick and weak and had just lost his father. Seven days ago, he was ambushed and killed in the gold mine. The old troops refused to suppress him. I leaned over and touched the forehead of the original owner, and memories flooded in - something was wrong. Why do six hundred bandits make five thousand fine cavalry cower? The system prompts suddenly sounded: the Hero system is activated, and the novice gift pack has been distributed. The door was kicked open, and the deputy general knelt down with his armor clattering: Young Master, when will we send troops? I closed my eyes and felt the extra five years of internal energy and the iron shirt of perfection in my body: now.
