"Ayan! Ayan!" The voice behind him roared with the sound of the wildebeest's iron hooves.
"Ayan has no way out. It's Ayan who has no choice. You will only die if you follow me." Zhiyan looked at the armored warrior. The golden helmet covered her face, but her eyes were extremely clear.
Siyin had mixed feelings and wanted to yell, "What's your father's ink mark on?" She also thought that a guy named Duanwei had warned her not to say derogatory words about men. She stared blankly at Zhi Yan trying to calm down the turmoil in her heart. She said tremblingly: "You... Know, every head on the Divine Meteor Wall in the Infinite Star Pavilion belongs to you. You are the empress of reincarnation."
Zhi Yan was confused.
But let's not talk about it, those heads and shells are quite beautiful...
Purpose: Call for equality between men and women, cherish the present and strive for the future. Fantasy and refreshing writing: unlimited imagination, limited brain power.