Yiying always thought that he was ordinary, only his name was special.
Until he was solemnly invited to the special department to drink tea, no one dared to look directly at his face, and the big shots lowered their heads and used honorifics for him.
Yiying said: "I'm not a mystic, just call me by my name."
They said, "We will all die knowing your name."
"From today on, please protect yourself as top secret, including your name, appearance, voice and identity."
"I apologize on behalf of the country. We cannot protect you, sir. But we will try our best to meet any of your requests."
From that day on, Yiying had a cursed name.
Anyone who knows his name must die.
Things to note:
1. Fantasy and suspense, without supernatural play, focusing on cold themes for a hundred years.
2. The classification is correct.
3. The protagonist is a leather sofa, and the CP is a barrage artist.
4. Update at 10:00 in the morning. I am recuperating at home and working hard to update, and please give the author a way to survive if he plagiarizes the article.
A new pit in the next book: Astral Traveler [Quick Travel]
Others can wear it quickly: Strategy xxx.
Murphy's Quick Time: Make Enoch kneel and sing Conquest. (Sneer)
The scumbag who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger X is always a non-human male god Gong
Intention:
