Don't Call Me King

In this era of mystery and monsters, Zhao Yuzhang became a mystic in an accident. He looked at the cold senior sister with a contemptuous smile on her lips, the cute senior girl who was acting coquettishly and cutely towards him, and the cold subordinate who tilted his head away. "Junior Junior Brother, this cup of tea is already cold, why don't you drink it?" "Brother King, do you think the clothes you are wearing look good?" "My lord, are you still unable to make up your mind on this matter?" Zhao Yuzhang felt a severe headache. He walked to the side and shouted in pain: "Let me go. Please, don't call me king." So the prelude to an adventure gradually begins!