The merciless voice of the system filled Tang Xiaotian with deep gloom. Yet, as always, his shrinking body was a blessing to the women, each of whom loved to hold him and carry him through daily life.
To Tang Xiaotian, however, it was absolute hell. From childhood on, he had never known a single moment of freedom. He was always being scooped up by the women, reduced to wishing he could simply walk on his own two feet—while they even insisted on feeding him mouth-to-mouth.
Finally, all of this came to an end on Tang Xiaotian's eighteenth birthday. He had grown up at last; he could finally step out into the martial world and have some real fun.
Chapter 753