4 years before the new era.
Less than five years before the "Great Tomb of Nazarick" descends.
Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of black rye hard bread, his ey...
Ask for leave……
I didn't want to disconnect the node of attacking the hill, but I was really not in the right state. It took me more than an hour to write 1,000 words, deleting and reducing them.
I feel a little helpless and can only ask for leave first.
(End of this chapter)