This is a story about an author whose imagination is so big that he can't fill it all up.
You are like cigarettes, you become addicted if you smoke them.
Restart Xuan Ling for nine hundred and fifty years.
People spread the word on the street.
The man who caused trouble is back!
Level 10 alert!
(Small facial paralysis, high appearance, dark belly attack)
Is there any magic combination? My mind seems too big!
PS: Double*, a glass-bottom sweet story, the author is brain-dead, and the plot has no logic.
Refuse to step on! Reprinting is prohibited! No character guidance! Say no to all the messy things!
Intention: Just make it up, don't study it