The day I transformed into the heroine of a dog-blood novel, my sand sculpture system rubbed its hands in excitement: "Host, rush! Attack the crown prince and general, and let them live and die for you!"
I turned around and took the seriously injured prince back to the firewood shed and tied it up with straw ropes: "System, this rich businessman is good-looking, why don't we rob him first?" Later, the prince knelt in the rain for three days and three nights, crushing all the begonias on the ground: "Ah Zhao, you said you only love me."
The prince slowly wiped the blood on the sword and smiled at me: "Madam, which finger did he touch? Can I chop it off and feed it to the dog?"
When the general climbed back from the bottom of the cliff, he saw me sitting on the dragon chair with my belly full, eating melon seeds. He drew his sword on the spot and said, "I'm late - isn't this prenatal education a bit noisy?"
[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement of "Three Male Lord Shura Field·All Members Crazy Batch Edition", and will be rewarded with ten kilograms of golden melon seeds!
