"Grandpa Dean, why am I called Night General?" "Because I found you at night, my grandfather hoped that you would pay homage to the marquis in the future, so he called you the night general." At this time, the ten-year-old night general's eyes were sparkling and full of longing, and the dean also showed a pleased smile on the side. Ten years later, the night generals stood in front of a grave, holding a piece of letter paper in his right hand, and muttered to himself: "Because I have the night word jade pendant, my surname is night, I was reading a novel at the time, and I felt that the zombie of the general was very handsome, so I called the night general??? "Old man, you have only lied to me for ten years, why don't you work hard to deceive me for the rest of your life!" His eyes tried to open wide, still shining, just not wanting tears to seep out of his eyes, and in his left hand he clenched a jade pendant carved with the word "night", and the faint light under the gloomy sky was particularly eye-catching.