After the tsunami, I held Jiang Li's hand and fell into the purple light whirlpool. When I woke up, I already looked like Kaguya and fell into the night of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba. The ghost is laughing in the forest, and the water column is coming with a sword drawn; Zhenji has not yet died, and his fate has still time to be rewritten.
Jiang Li stared at me: "Who are you?"
I blinked: "Sister Jiang, are you so beautiful that you can't recognize her?"
The tips of her ears were slightly red: "Young poor man, hold me tight."
The pink vortex on the left hand does not only lead to Demon Slayer. Game of Thrones' Iron Throne, One Piece's Grand Line, Naruto's Ninja Village, Death's Soul Society, and the Soul Cage's Apocalyptic Lighthouse will all be disturbed by me.
"You want to save people again?"
"Watch a show by the way."
"Then I'll accompany you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
