The dull little monk who is obsessed with revenge is attacked by the old-fashioned little general who abandons literature and joins martial arts.
I would like to call it: a close combat between the pure love warrior and the love brain.
I'm not very good at writing introductions, but I am funny and I just love cookies.
His Majesty the Emperor has nothing to do and would like to grant a marriage to the general's family.
Zhang Baizhou had a serious look on his face, kneeling in the main hall and saying that he was determined to convert, but his eyes were empty.
Si Tianjian, Jianzheng, who was standing next to him, was filled with yin and yang and rolled his eyes to the sky.
"Your Majesty, do you believe him?! Oh, his eyes are indeed empty!"
Intention: Say it again