Huang Guo is just a passing college graduate.
She is the only inheritor of the ancient language in the country, but it is useless. After graduation, I can only do takeout.
She has a boyfriend with a stable income, but it's useless. The boyfriend quickly ordered green tea for takeaway.
Huang Guo: The two major funerals in life are nothing more than this.
But from the moment Green Tea pushed her downstairs, the funeral turned into a happy event.
Reality folded, and Huang Guo fell into the apocalypse.
The pure white wing stretches behind him, and the power of the world gathers in his hands.
The survivors of the apocalypse shouted in ancient languages: Lord Angel!
Huang Guo: Should I also be an angel?
Intention: No need to look back, the scenery is all ahead
