I don’t need sympathy. I don’t need friendship. I don’t believe in friendship. Is there really love? Love, go to hell. As long as I’m alone, everything is enough. Help? I’m not that noble. A hero saves the beauty? I’m not interested. Reality, really too realistic... He is arrogant and domineering, but no one dares to accuse him. He is unscrupulous, but he is taken for granted. He can only look up to the sky and mourn for the world: it is ridiculous to call himself a master, but he is just one Enemy. Poor Jianghu hundreds of millions of people, there is no man except me. This article is not interested in players, but I love NPCs (especially women). If you don’t like to read it, you don’t have to read it. Anyone with a little IQ can read it from It can be seen from the title of my book that this is not just a game. This article is a bit of a love affair, and it is a slow-heating type. Please read it patiently.