Abstract copy:
"According to the information, An Zhiran was more beautiful than Pan An many years ago in both sex and art..." Yan Jing put his hand on the shoulders of his sister Yan Mi, who looked unhappy, and spoke in his gentle and elegant voice.
"Hahahahahaha... That monster is so interesting, it's actually called Pan An hahahahahaha..." Laughter as clear as silver bells erupted one after another, and the ignorant man named Wan An was quickly suppressed by his partner Andy.
An Zhiran rolled his eyes and sat there, caressing his ferocious face, lamenting the "profound" traces left by the years.
"What are you touching? Are you touching your face? Hahahaha..."
Wan An was smiling cheerfully, but after being glanced at by the big boss Banning, his laughter suddenly died down.
The years are quiet and peaceful...
Although he lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, he did not do the rough work of breaking mountains and rivers and causing blood and flesh to be shed. Although he occasionally appeared as a human shield, An Zhiran said that he still lived a very comfortable life.
But when the years of peace come to an end, they will eventually return to nothingness. He wanted to fight against powerful enemies and reverse his fate. He wanted to go day by day and return home with his son, but he found that——
Who has never been young and frivolous...
Concrete copywriting:
A pseudo-foreigner who looks like a monster is abducted by the female war goddess from another world in the iron-blooded battlefield. From then on, he rises to the top of his career, reaches the pinnacle of his life, and then returns to his mother's womb... No, returns to the past.