Lang Xiao has been in this world for eighteen years. He is greedy for the peaceful and stable life. The wandering and bloody life in his previous life has made him cherish this peaceful and stable life even more, even though he has long known that such days will eventually end...
Ge Ruiyuan: "Don't worry, third brother will definitely fall."
When Han Chenxing thought of the third brother's feat that time, "Be careful, I once pulled down the crystal lamp on my head." He recalled the scene in his mind, "Wow! Blingbling, you are a star, and it is also a star. I gave it to you, wow! The crystal lamp on your head fell all over the ground, and stars are given to stars."
Bai Qingyu; "Didn't Third Brother hold the trash can and sing "Little Stars" to it all night to coax it to sleep?"
Han Chenxing; "..."
Ji Zimo touched his nose and thought in a dark heart, that was the song that the third child used to put the fourth child to sleep when he was a child.
Zhu Yaoling glanced sleepily at the younger brother in front of him, thinking to himself about a group of ignorant people who ran around naked butt naked when they were young. Have you ever seen it? What are you talking about... Boring! The little Xiaoxiao in my computer is so cute, why doesn't it stop being cute when he grows up?
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Lang Xiao; "When I woke up the next day, something was on me. I, you @#* mummy, isn't this body getting worse due to alcohol, hugging everything, etc... There seems to be something wrong with this dry mummy. Lang Xiao looked at it carefully. Why is it still alive? It's a fake corpse!!!..."
Ji Qing; "..."
When everything was going on in the game, he thought everything was under control. He never thought that the wind would blow and no one could escape...
Intention: It seems like the reincarnation of fate, but it is just choosing the right thing and moving forward.