Cui Heng lived for twenty-four years, feasting on delicacies and riding in a carriage drawn by a pair of horses. The journey from Luoyang to Chang'an took more than half a month. He was the legitimate ninth son of the Boling Cui family, a heaven-blessed prodigy admired by all. Then, one day, he died. When he awoke, his tray held "nutrient supplements," and hovercars floated past his window. Traveling from Earth to the stars took less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn. He had become the only Han Chinese in the world, a second-class citizen dependent on a powerful alien race. Cui Heng: Heh!
I want to know what the author did
I want to know what the author did
I watched it again. It's been 2 years, but it hasn't been updated yet. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I relived it again today, waiting humbly at the bottom of a shallow pit... TT
My friend said he had COVID-19 and she was unwilling to see the outcome.
Gaze from two and a half years later
Big, update soon, update soon
Are you preparing for the annual update? QAQ
You said, you left the sentence "Update is normal" and then you were fooled? ! Not like this!
More than a year. . . . .