I am dressed as the cannon fodder master who is destined to be cut into pieces by the evil disciples.
The system says that as long as their blackening value is lowered, they can go home.
But the heart disease of the prince's disciple needs me to rub his chest to relieve it.
Mr. Hou's disciple was afraid of the dark and had to cover his eyes all night to fall asleep.
When the general's disciple suffered from dizziness, I had to hug him tightly and bury him on my shoulder.
The master and disciple of the country are suffering from chills and need to be held in my arms like a warm jade.
The prince's disciple said more: "Master, I am in need of love and I want you to pamper me every day."
One night, five people were "sick" at the same time, and the one on my left and right was a man.
The prince took the opportunity to get under my bed: "Disciple is sleepwalking, master, don't move."
I pinched his chin with my backhand: "Sleepwalking? I specialize in treating this disease."
Early the next morning, five gilded invitations were delivered to my desk——
"Master is invited to a banquet to discuss the life-long affairs of our disciples."
How do you think the plot will develop, is it submission? Or resist?
Origin? Still…! ?
Do you think it's just a simple script kill? !
…
However…
After all these twists and turns, do you get back to the starting point?
…
Pattern opening point——
This is just... The tip of the iceberg...
