The well known Ming Wuxiang of the comprehension plane did not expect that luck would favor him again and let him return to his world. He was back to the age of eighteen when many things happened in the year.
Looking down at the grass, even if it was all disorganized, it was still unable to cover up the man who was full of honor and nobleness.
Ming Wuxiang bowed his head and pondered: mm-hmm, this handsome wounded man looks familiar. Take it away ≥ ▽ ≤.
President Gu: ^_^