System: My dear master, do you still love him now?
Tang Jing: Love…….
Three years later, the system: My dear master, do you still love him now?
Tang Jing hugged his son who was covered in blood and said ruthlessly: Love.
Three more years later, the system asked: My dear master, do you still love him now?
Tang Jing looked at the panicked man in front of him, holding the sword that pierced his chest and smiled. He replied uncertainly: I'm tired of it.
Note: I updated it on another account before, but after not using it for a long time, I changed my phone number and couldn't log in. I am updating this account again, and I would like to state in advance that this article has been deceived. Please read with caution.
The author plans to write a second part, about their stories in the academy and on the battlefield. Stay tuned.
Purpose: Be careful when reading the article
Reader comments
I'm a little nervous, I don't like the Zerg killing themselves and reincarnating, stealing other people's bodies, and pretending to be uncles. Too oily. . . [Have no choice]
I'm a little nervous, I don't like the Zerg killing themselves and reincarnating, stealing other people's bodies, and pretending to be uncles. Too oily. . . [Have no choice]