C45 The Internal Monologue of Tian Ling

Am I going to die? Tianling looked at the sixteen artillery shells flying towards him and his mind was in a whirl.

… …. "Mom, I'm not hungry!"

Little Tianling looked at the bowl of porridge in his mom's hands. This was their food for today.

"Nonsense!" "Ling'er, you are currently growing, drink it quickly."

"Mom, I'm really not hungry …"

Suddenly