Jiang Yuan received a spam message and died suddenly while dancing in the square the next day.
Okay, just die, and you end up giving me the whole book? !
Okay, just wear it, but you asked me to wear a Machiavellian novel? !
Jiang Yuan: In such a Machiavellian novel, how can I, a poor sandwich biscuit, survive?
The system is left behind: It's all about the waves, be fast, use your square dancing skills to save the world!
Jiang Yuan: Just let me die
Chu Yuheng was reborn.
If you asked him what he regretted most in his life again? He would definitely say: Take the giant Buddha from Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan blinked innocently: Your Majesty, I didn't do anything? /Poor innocent/
Chu Yuheng's brows twitched: Didn't you do anything? The day before yesterday, you used my uncle's most precious porcelain vase as a chamber pot. Yesterday, you gave me to my mother's thousand-year-old daughter. You still complained to me that it tasted bad after you had gone through life. But now you tell me that you didn't do anything?
Jiang Yuan blinked again: In order to repay His Majesty's kindness of not killing, I will dance for Your Majesty!
Chu Yuheng: No, I've had enough of your square dancing in my life
Intention: People should embrace dreams