In the 21st century, a dual-material master, with a soul through the ancient times. There is no ring, no system, no grandfather with a white beard, and no memory of this world... My god, there is nothing at the beginning, and I don’t even know who I am. How can I play? Hungry and depressed, Tangning couldn't help raising her head and raised her middle finger: Thief... Something flew from the sky and hit her forehead. Holding a big red hydrangea, before fainting, he just wanted to ask: Who killed a thousand swords and stuffed stones into the hydrangea! When I opened my eyes again... There was a maid smiling like a flower: My lord, miss is welcome!