"If what my mother said is true, I'd probably be killed by angry Zhao people as soon as I enter Zhao.",At this point, Zhou Qing felt a chill run down his spine. His small body involuntarily staggered. He had just arrived in this world and, after figuring out the situation, thought he would become a carefree wastrel who lived off others.,"Aren't transmigrators always supposed to have golden fingers How is it that they die right after transmigrating"。