Outer World Cake Maker

Qiu Qianren, who suffered from old injuries and worked as a priest in a brothel for ten years, had long lived a life of drunkenness and dreams. But today, this old fool, who had almost forgotten his own name, was moved by a female general who was full of blood and hatred. ——Forget it, let's just stretch this old bone. As a confectioner, he was confident that revenge would be easy to come by; but as a senior road idiot, he could only run around in Yongzhou in a daze. The killers come one after another, the troubles come one after another, until one day half a jar of old wine is eaten—— Huh? Those forgotten past events actually emerged. …… Etc. The memory is clear, but why is this body so much weirder than when I was a child? At the age of twenty-eight, the skin of eighty-two. I thought I was about to die. Never mind. The matter is over, let's take revenge first. He picked up the wine bottle and shook the last drop. "Hmph." "The blood feud will end today."