The system said: You have to travel through three thousand worlds and make the scumbag regret it.
Me: That's it?
The first stop is the Queen of Leng Palace. The scumbag kicked the door and cursed, so I took out the alcohol spray and said, "Disinfect and disinfect, the royal concubine smell is too strong."
The second stop is to study God on campus.
Three thousand worlds, three thousand kinds of madness.
I am west Mu'an, and my mental state is far ahead.
Whether love comes or not, it doesn't matter whether it comes or not. Coming? Queue up for lottery.
Funny and crazy literature is ridiculous. If you don't like it, don't read it. There is no fixed CP.
