**Year Sixty-Seven, Age Eighty-Five.**
After Zhenpin's death, you spoke much less.
After all, there were no peers left in the army.
Thanks to the "Old Ginger is Spicier" trait, you didn't feel your vitality waning, but a familiar emptiness gradually surged within.
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Sci-fi
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Urban / Sci-fi