The Daily Life of the Minister of Anti-Soviet Affairs

The starry eyes are lowered, three thousand black silks are spread wantonly, every frown and every frown is full of magic and enchanting; the red lips are slightly opened, the flowing brocade robe is windless, showing the power of the gods in every move, and the brilliance is dazzling. A young man stood quietly in the void, smiled softly, and the world suddenly lost color. "God of Mary Sue, you will regret your actions forever." The gorgeous, complicated and cumbersome magic circle under your feet carries infinite murderous intent... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.