Transformed into Cannon Fodder, I Relied on the System to Win in Ancient Times.

Splashing coffee on the keyboard, dressing up as a poisonous concubine who commits suicide When Shen Linchu regained consciousness again, the pain on the back of his head felt as if someone had been greeting him with bricks. There was also a strange smell in his nose that was mixed with the smell of herbs, musty and... An unknown rouge smell.