"Well..." In a certain dilapidated temple, a young man with an ordinary appearance and a thin body was sitting in the center of the hall, reviewing the piles of copywriting on the left and right. Until a few hours later, he pushed them all away with a cry of anger, and started to write with a pen: "De, Na, Lao, Ye, Zi... I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do, your daughter... I can't afford to offend you, so you'd better find someone you can afford to offend!"
After finishing writing in a few seconds, the young man took out a crumpled envelope out of thin air as if by magic, then stuffed the already crumpled letter paper into it and placed it on the table. Then... He snapped his fingers, and a hole suddenly opened beside the young man...
Then, the young man seemed to have thought of something. With a wave of his hand, everything on the table, on the floor, on the bookshelf, and even in the entire temple, except for the dilapidated temple and the crumpled envelope, disappeared without a trace. B...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
