"Light, I'm actually still alive! Wasn't the Great Desolation completely destroyed? Where am I?"
"Who! Why is there a child here?"
"Child? Me? Is this my hand? Why has it become smaller?"
"It looks so cute. How could anyone abandon such a cute child? I wonder if dad will agree to take him in?"
"Dad agrees that you can stay. My name is Tang San. From now on, you will be called Tang Xiaojiu."
My luck in this life has been used for two things. One is that day, the ancient world was suddenly surrounded by floods, and all living beings were gradually swallowed up. I thought I would not survive, but I didn't expect to wake up one day. The other was that I met my third brother after I woke up.
Third brother, you name me. You are three and I am nine. Apart from you, it is still you. For the rest of my life, you are everything to me.
All honors belong to the third young master of the Tang family
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