In the first life, I regarded you as my best brother, fighting for girls through mountains of swords and seas of fire to find a place for you. However, you regarded me as your little brother, helping your 27 wives wash clothes and take care of the children.
In the second life, I discovered that I was just the younger brother of the protagonist in a novel, and you were the protagonist.
In the third life, why the hell did I come back to the novel world? ! Author, let me go, I miss the third dimension! !