Seventy-five lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts came and went, his heart constantly flashed with blurred light and shadow, from becoming a reformed person to the present, his nerves were almost numb.

What's my name? What is it called? Oh, my name is Jingguan, since the place below was cut off, I have lost that ability forever, and it was the Xuantian Boss who helped me that gave me the opportunity to be reborn. But, but those nasty doctors actually said that my lower body had atrophied so much that I would never recover again. Could it be that my Jing official can only change his name to Jing Gonggong? Pain, sadness, why is God so unfair to me?

Three young people, please, just let me change the word father-in-law back. I'm going to be a quiet officer, and I want to fly together.

(Three young words: fly, fly your size, sample, dare to tease me. You are dead, the ultimate judgment, and somewhere atrophyes forever. Hey, hey, hey. Save your beast blood from boiling often, molesting women of good families)