C165 F*ck, It Was Exactly like Ultraman

The night was not very big, and there was a bit of wind.

Yang Xuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth as he laid on the deck of the deck chair. He looked at the starry sky with the bright stars, and his mind was completely empty.

When he had not obtained the system, he was still a poor loser, living a life of poverty. He had no future, no dreams, but now