It's almost 4 a.m. on the watch. After a hot spring bath without ducks'petals and replacing it with such a high-grade Armani custom-made dark striped suit and Italian alligator leather shoes, Ye Cheng feels sublimated and not sleepy at all. Behind

are two fairy-level beauties, along the way there are so many heroic, martial-arts handsome men and women nodding and bowing to themselves to call "the protagonist". Ye Cheng really can't think of anything in the world better than this.

It should be more pleasant to call yourself "emperor" in the future and "godfather" in the future. No, why do these two terms sound a little trivial?

Within a few...