Hello everyone, I am an ancient divine sword called... It's over. I slept too long and forgot the name.
In short, only names like Zhanyue and Batian are worthy of my might.
But he called me Jianjia.
What? ! How does this soft and weak aquatic plant fit in with me? !
"I protest."
"Protests are futile."
"You @*%#….."
The young man put his sword back into its scabbard, blocking out the noise.
"It's getting late, go to bed."
The grumpy ancestor x the sultry male mother
The author has something to say: Daily Sweet Cookies, this is my first time writing an article, please bear with me??
Purpose: The growth of a young man and his adventure in the world
