Open a Position to Release Fairy Grass😏

[The title of the book comes from , but the content is acceptable. It is a story about the second generation of officials. New readers, it is not too late to leave after reading 10 chapters] The protagonist is always the boss, but only Li Mu is the second child. Being the second child at home, I was called "second child" when I went out. Even the golden finger was called "the second child". Fortunately, there are many bosses around Li Mu. The boss in the business world is the eldest brother, the boss in the political world is the father, the boss in the military world is the father-in-law, and any younger brother is the first brother in the duck shop... Well, in short, Li Mu said: I am not the second child.

Catacomb invasion, martial arts rise. Small people also have big feelings, fighting for survival and protection. Let's take a look at the story of the little man Fang Ping, who rises step by step and saves (fools) the whole world! (The first group number is 555700424, the second group number is 931250725, and the full order verification group number is 625012087)

After solving the crisis of world destruction, with the big villain's head under his feet, Old Zhao smoked a cigarette and fell into deep thought. Recently, the family has become more and more weird. The handicapped daughter-in-law opened a small restaurant and played live broadcasts and claimed to be a gourmet food supplier all day long; the sister-in-law cried and threw herself into her arms and said she would have no regrets in this life; the son mysteriously chatted with a group of people about what bloodline should evolve in the main god space; the daughter awakened the inheritance of the empress and said that there is no need to explain to others what she does in life; even the self-raised Erha has practiced Xingyiquan in a serious manner. Thinking about the 12 years of mortgage payment left, the nostalgic Alto that had accompanied me for 8 years, the gradually protruding beer belly and slightly bald head, and the half-dead performance of the novel written in code, a greasy middle-aged sadness suddenly enveloped my heart.