Chen happy played the game "Black Myth: Shen Yan" for three days in a row. He was about to train the ultimate boss, Demon Lord Shen Yan, to become a male favorite when the system failed and the data was cleared.
With tears in her eyes, she slapped the Demon Lord on his perky buttocks and decisively quit the game.
"Witch, the humiliation you have suffered today will be repaid a hundred times in the future!"
...
"Almost!"
Chen happy beat her chest and stamped her feet. After clearing the level, she could unlock the full set of interactive postures of the Demon King. She recalled the feeling just now and couldn't help but sigh:
"Small workshop, cutting materials too hard."
Return to the top, and you still have to take care of the days.
Chen Xizheng, who was unemployed after graduation, was worried about finding a job. When he turned around, the demon king came after him along the network cable.
The dignified Demon Lord stood in her 20-square-meter rental house. He had lost all his magic power and was so poor that only one face remained.
"How about I teach you how to survive in this world first?"
"How can I live under someone else's roof?"
"I'm warning you, don't touch my hair."
"Can I ride on a rocking car like this?"
"I, Shen Yan, the most honored person in this life, will go work?"
A month later, Shen Yan was wearing a delivery rider uniform with red eyes:
"How about I take the civil service examination and support you?"
Three months later, Chen happy pushed him away with a sore body.
"What you said is repaying it a hundred times... Is this what it is?"
Shen Yan lowered his head and kissed her.
"This is the first time in a hundred times."
