Shen Nianhe fell in love with two people online at the same time.
A self-proclaimed demon king, who is an actor every day, is a lunatic who loves to act as a demon king.
A self-proclaimed Immortal Lord, who maintains a cold air, is a pretentious person who loves to pretend to be superior.
She just wanted to meet two serious cosplayers and have fun online dating.
Until she received the gift, she was stunned.
Looking at the murderous Ten Thousand Souls Flag in his hand, Shen Nianhe's voice trembled: "You call this a local specialty?"
Ye Mingyuan said in an innocent tone: "Yes, we are all one person."
Looking at the flying spirit sword again, she was completely numb: "You call this a small gift?"
Xie Songyan nodded lightly: "Well, the Lingjian Sect doesn't have anything else, it just has many swords."
Shen Nianhe:? ? ?
Co-authorship is not cosplay! Both of these are actually true? !
Anyone else would have been frightened, but Shen Nianhe handed it over to the organization with a backhand.
From then on, she wandered between the two big guys and plucked wool in various ways.
The two enemies, who had been fighting for tens of thousands of years, both thought they had met true love, so they kept giving away treasures, forcing all China to start cultivating immortals.
But the fire can't be contained by paper, and the Shura Field will arrive late.
Ye Mingyuan was so angry that he stormed out with demonic energy: You actually fell in love with me? Still with this bumbling hypocrite!
Xie Songyan's hand holding the sword tightened: Why him?
Shen Nianhe rubbed oil on the soles of his feet on the spot, blacklisted, deleted and canceled his account three times in a row.
I thought that if I deleted the two worlds apart, I would be completely clean.
As a result, that night, the ceiling of her house was blown away by demonic energy and sword energy.
The two of them turned black and stood in front of the bed, their eyes frighteningly paranoid: "Are you still running?"
