"Who the hell wrote this cliché story?"
Jiang Fan couldn't hold back anymore and cursed on the spot.
Right at the end of the story, this happens!
Jian Sankuang was both embarrassed and annoyed: "I was wondering why it was so easy to get to the end."
"Turns out they were waiting for this!"
"Which bastard wrote this? Do you even know how to write a story?"
"Who would read such a cliché story? Hurry up and let us out!"
Jiang Fan's face was dark.
No wonder so many people are trapped in the book until they die of old age.
Some books really aren't written by people.
But complaining aside, to leave the ancient book, they can only finish the story.
Moreover, much time has already been delayed, and the state of the Great Wine Sacrifice is on the brink.
Thinking of this, he steeled his heart and said: "Senior Sword..."
Jian Sankuang's eyebrows twitched and she resolutely said: "No need to say anymore!"
"I will never compromise with someone for freedom!"
