In 1965, after returning from the Third Front construction campaign, I learned that my adoptive parents had died on duty in a flash flood five years earlier. The only one left was my five-year-old little sister, Wang Qianqian, who had been sent back to the courtyard house. As soon as I got off the train, I heard that the people in the compound had started plotting against my sister. I have no System and no golden finger, but my adoptive parents gave their lives for mine. Anyone who so much as lays a finger on Qianqian will learn what a soldier's methods are.
It's nonsense. It's not systematic as mentioned in the introduction, so I just read it. The system came out again later, which was a waste of time.
It's too boring. No matter who comes, give him an electric cannon. Defeat him first and then talk about other things.
Wen Zou Zou's classical Chinese is not like