After giving Demon Dragon a perfect manicure, he shyly asked if he could get a membership card.
The mermaid princess cried and fainted in front of the counter while holding her scaleless pet grass carp, insisting on using the national treasure as collateral.
The demon lord next door comes to use the WiFi every day and even wrote a five-star review.
I thought this wave of cross-border operations was stable, until the system popped up a prompt: "Congratulations to the host, the branch has opened to heaven, please design an exclusive milk tea for God immediately."
