Luo Xi traveled through time and became a nine-year-old peasant girl, traveling back to the backward war era.
Fighting here relies on fists, and fighting relies on stones. Looking at the battlefield with stones and sticks flying everywhere, Luo Xi's eyes hurt.
Fortunately, God gave her a combat system. From now on, she has a cold weapon in her hand, no matter whether she holds a stone or a stick, she will always be defeated by her subordinates.
But who will tell her what this ruthless living king of hell is like?
It's okay to insist on marrying her as your queen, but you actually want her to give away your cold weapon? Dream.
Small theater one:
Luo Xi looked at the man in front of her who showed no expression even though he was asking for marriage, and smiled: "What will you do after you marry me?"
Expressionless: "I want weapons."
Staring: "What do you do after you ask for a weapon?"
Expressionless: "Making weapons."
The aura around him was slightly cold: "What do you do after you make a weapon?"
There is no information on the face: "Weapons training."
Luo Xi's expression turned completely cold: "Then why did you marry me?"
Expressionless: "I want weapons."
Luo Xi turned around: "You're dreaming."