Lan Nuo turned his head and gasped. There were dozens of people lying on the ground, all looking exactly like they did before he time-traveled. Faced with this bizarre sight, Lan Nuo calmly turned back to the training instructor. “Can I still bet on number 8888”,"After all, it's free and democratic America, bodies are random, three unlucky guys used the bodies of transgender people, here you can't tell, they said it looks pretty good in reality.",Watching helplessly as the doctors around him took out a sharp scalpel and wiped it with disinfectant, the doctor's expressionless face stared at Lan Nuo like he was an animal. The blade was about to fall mercilessly, Lan Nuo struggled in fear. Everything from last night felt like a dream, he didn't know if it was just his dream, he didn't know if anyone would come to save him, he didn't know if the one promise that couldn't be missing could really be kept.。