Ye Luo never thought that she would travel through time just because she had a fight with her husband and went to an Internet cafe to play games all night.
He also traveled to a two-parter cultivating immortality game without any ethics and logic.
Why is this game so different from what I know?
Aren't you decent? Hey! Why is it that the important NPC was killed by me as soon as he came up?
What the hell is this mean way? Why are there such diaosi skills as complaining, moral integrity, pretentiousness, zu'an, opposition, middle two, and double standard?
Why are there so many curious things in this world! He also has a pair of wolf ears on his head! The manufacturer of this game is Freecon!
Why can't you keep complaining? Hey!
There is no way, if you want to go back...
It stands to reason that the next plot should be about fighting monsters and upgrading, protecting the village, recruiting a team, counterattacking all the way, with blood and tears, reversing and reversing, challenging the boss, being beaten by the boss, continuing to practice, getting to know the demon boy, accompanying the boy for redemption, challenging the boss together, and then reversing and reversing. Finally, the boss falls, and the boy in his arms returns and lives a happiest life.
No, no, why are you taking a different approach?
In the end, he should endure the pain of saying goodbye, return to reality, and then discover that the demon boy has actually been by his side all along, and finally live a happiest life...
Hehe... Thinking about it, I still have a little expectation... (Why do you feel like you forgot someone?
[Minefield warning:
1. This article does not contain any ethics or logic.
2. The heroine speaks mindlessly throughout the whole process and is vulgar.
3. Atypical and humorous novel with pseudo-ethical plot
4. Small workshop vulgar short beat
5. It's a fake 1v2!
6. The real world comes entirely from short-sighted nonsense literature]
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