On the first day when he traveled through time and became the Supreme Demon Realm, he discovered that the entire Demon Realm was a mental hospital.
The left protector uses a mace to dig out his ears every day, while the right protector always feels like a mushroom.
The demon generals had been quarreling for three years over who should be the leg of the chair. The saint held the broom and called her daughter.
I just want to retire, but I am forced to become the chief psychiatrist of the devil world.
Until that day, the leader of the Immortal Sect led his army to attack the situation: "Devil, today is the day of your death!"
I silently handed over the "Mental Health Questionnaire": "First do a self-rating depression scale?"
