False gods rule the world, humans are just lambs raised by farmers, faith is fodder, and prayers are cries.
High-burning group portrait + Cthulhu fantasy + urban daily life + team bonding
Jiang Yuan was originally a scavenger, until he saw that the so-called gods were just a gorgeous and absurd performance.
Xie Wei held the mirror-shattering knife and laughed wildly: Can gods be broken too? Let me try it!
Lu Ye used his cane to adjust his tuxedo: Human bones are indestructible, but remember to add ice to your coffee.
Lin Zhian, the long-legged killer with black eyes on the left and white on the right, leaned against the wall, the can opened with a click, and his day and night swords glowed coldly under his windbreaker: Don't make any noise, I'm listening to the enemy cry. Also, who touched my Coke?
Luo Xingmian opened the Qingxuan umbrella: Do you want to take shelter from the rain together? My umbrella is very big.
Qi Yanchen finished the calculation and pushed the collar pin: the winning rate is 0.001%, But it is a win.
From the realm of resonance to the realm of unity, from accidentally entering the realm of gods to actively killing gods. When the five false gods wear sacred clothes and devour the world, five guys who are regarded as "defective products"
It's ridiculous that you pretend to be gods.
Haha~~ha
No need to pray, no need to kneel down
When the scrap metal in your hand rings, the truth will speak for itself
