[Two male protagonists + time travel + love triangle + demon king + loyal dog and crazy critic] [Don't give up and cheat if you save the full text, welcome to join] Soul-traveling means soul-traveling... Why am I, a big man, in love with a girl! A girl is just a girl, why do she want to get married soon? !
My name is Moye, which is xié not yé! My ancestor wanted me to stop being crooked and follow the right path to the end. You can just travel to another world for me. Why am I still the leader of the magic city!
A blond, blue-eyed, muscular man who bursts with love when he sees me; a cold face who forces me to handle political affairs every day and always talks about racial justice!
Have I done too many immoral things? God is playing tricks on me!
Reader comments
This is not a sweet story. Although it is based on a triangular relationship, CP only has the other person in his heart. It is a bond of "nothing is possible except for you". Being a pure spoiler, I really can't write it down, so I always want to add some "central ideas", such as Mo Xie's kindness, Hong Fengming's responsibility, Reese's blood, and Murphy's love. Although the writing is immature, it is a world I constructed with my heart. Recently, I have often asked myself why I still write novels when I am so tired in the third dimension. Later, I thought about it, maybe it is because my behavior, language, and even my dressing are all restricted in the third dimension. Only my thoughts can be as arrogant as I want. This may be the only world where I can only describe it according to my preferences. Although the newly opened articles are slow to update, I will stick to it.
This is not a sweet story. Although it is based on a triangular relationship, CP only has the other person in his heart. It is a bond of "nothing is possible except for you". Being a pure spoiler, I really can't write it down, so I always want to add some "central ideas", such as Mo Xie's kindness, Hong Fengming's responsibility, Reese's blood, and Murphy's love. Although the writing is immature, it is a world I constructed with my heart. Recently, I have often asked myself why I still write novels when I am so tired in the third dimension. Later, I thought about it, maybe it is because my behavior, language, and even my dressing are all restricted in the third dimension. Only my thoughts can be as arrogant as I want. This may be the only world where I can only describe it according to my preferences. Although the newly opened articles are slow to update, I will stick to it.