Although my name has the character for “honest” in it, I’m not honest at all!
Heavens, why would you play a joke like this on me?
Looking at my own floating body, then at the charred corpse on the ground, I finally understood: I was done for.
All I’d done was go fishing on the weekend. While I was relieving myself, I suddenly heard someone call out from behind. I turned around, but there was nobody there. Then the stream of water and a utility pole crossed paths, and I heard the crackle of electricity...
(This is my first time writing a book. Please be patient with me if anything isn’t quite right. This story will be a slow burn.)
The second world. He is a bit more dog-licking than the original owner, but he is still a taskmaster. The original owner is not a dog-licking person, he was just being plotted, but in the end, you are here, and the dog-licking attribute is maxed out. . Take a look at the cannon fodder department of Kuaishou to help the original owner complete the mission and avenge the enemy.
Long and boring. I'm almost wearing it, and I'm still licking the dog like this
Fall in love, fall in love...
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