World Line Bandana Tea Party

Upright, strict, old-fashioned, shou/damp and trembling M male ghost attack 2025.11.2 - Shen Baijun spent nearly a hundred years guiding the chaotic world into order. Just when he was standing on the top of the signal tower admiring the brightly lit city line, he was unexpectedly transported to a completely unfamiliar place in the next second. A huge and gorgeous long table, with exquisite desserts and coffee milk placed on it. Shen Baijun:? At first he was alone here. Then gradually came... Guests? I understand the truth, but why do these people have the same face as me? ! - Chen Baijun, who had the word "tyrant" on his head, looked at the porcelain cup, his eyes full of playful smiles; [Betrayer] Shen Baijun was whispering to [thief] Shen Baijun; [The poet] plucked the strings and sang softly; [The Magician] raised his fingertips lightly, and countless gingerbread men danced in circles on the table; [Lover]'s eyes are red and his gaze is filled with resentment. Shen Baijun's pupils trembled, he stood up and prepared to slip away. "Run?" The garbled "Shen Baijun" above his head held his waist, his breath sprayed on the side of his neck, and his lips whispered. "Have you ever thought about saving your own world?" "Or save me, save yourself." Shen Baijun: "..." I understand the logic. Can he put his pants on first? Why don't I remember having this habit? [The rules of the tea party are simple: kill what you hate and take away what you love. [Destiny thus avoids ending. #I want to slap him, but I'm afraid he'll lick him along the way# #narcissus# #attack# Intention: Only oneself cannot be forgotten