My name is Chen Liu, I came from time travel.
I'm not Chen Ping'an, and I can't punch a million punches.
In a place like Qinghuai City West Market, whoever has a strong fist will survive.
My only trump card is the beast-shaped tattoo on my chest that I had before time travel - it's alive and gets hungry, and when hungry, it's like a soldering iron on my skin.
As long as I feed it, it can help me break through. A mouthful of porridge can be exchanged for three squares, and a piece of preserved stoneworm can be exchanged for more.
Sounds good, right?
But I can't afford it.
He earns 20 cash a day, 15 cash as a doctor, and 78 cash for medicine. The remaining money is only enough to buy half a bowl of porridge.
The most talented person in the yard is named Bai Yu, and he can learn everything three steps faster than anyone else.
Jiang Yan, who came from the inner city, said that my qualifications were too poor and I was not worthy of being in his circle.
Bai Yu called me a waste in front of my face. When Zheng Sanjin patted my shoulder, he sighed.
It doesn't matter.
They say theirs and I practice mine.
Hard skin, bast skin, iron skin - feeding the tattoo, I walked up step by step.
Whoever has a stronger fist will survive. This is the only rule here.
When I feed this beast to a big size, I will collect the debts owed to me one by one.
It's okay to apologize, but wait for the next life.
