Tang Jiang jumped back, and the sharp sword light flashed across his eyes. For a moment, he could only see the blood-stained blade.
The next second, he opened his eyes. It was already a world more than a thousand years later, and there was a group of people surrounding him, calling him "Master" in a low voice.
? ? ? What about omega, alpha, are you sick?
Major Yunxi picked up an alpha from the ancient battlefield, and it was an alpha that had a 90% matching rate with his own pheromones.
Hearing this, Tang Jiang sniffed her clothes, which were full of smoke and alcohol smell.
Brother, that is the taste of money that is languid and extravagant.
Anecdotes about the non-obviously flirtatious major and his very direct flirting ancestor.