After spending 17 years of youth (?), Mr. Nat finally ushered in the hard reform.
Life has been forcibly changed, and no matter what you do, you have to carry a god with you wherever you go. Reason? I said; because if you burp your fart, I will fucking follow you!
From studying to learning how to kill ghosts and fight monsters, I also had to talk about the life of gay (dan) love (teng) four (wu) shoot (bi) with me.
But in the end he was shocked to find out. Not only did he die horribly, but he was still unscathed.
Classmate Nat grabbed hold of my clothes and shook him desperately.
What about the mentioned cannon fodder attributes? What about jumping around as promised? What if I promised that you wouldn't be able to survive even if I died?
Ye said calmly; the plot develops and the plot requires it.
Classmate Nat was finally wiped out; ---WTF?
Author: Do you blame me?