After Xining woke up, he forgot everything except his name. The system that hangs up the sky impatiently notified: Do the task. With one kick, he kicked into various planes, with black eyes and all kinds of presidents, scum Male, mistress, green tea, black lotus, torn apart in a world with no bottom line. The rear is unstable, but the front is strong. Xining, in all kinds of horrific, frightening, and three-view plots, struggles to protect Little life, strive to grow and even counterattack to become a qualified main god. I hope you like this book, and join the Youyouweishui reader group 25947656 to discuss together.