I really don't want to say anything.
I can't say a word anymore.
Song Suranan, who had an ordinary appearance and was dressed as a housekeeper, silently watched his master, the sword god, look at each other with a gentle face and a young man:
"Axue..."
"Muxian..."
"Axue, I like you."
"Me too."
"I want to be with you for all eternity, hold your hand, and grow old together with you."
"Me too."
"Snow..."
"Fairy..."
Then there was a burst of lingering sadness that was unbearable to watch, and the charming atmosphere filled the two of them. They only had each other in their eyes, and they had a bright future together.
Song suddenly lowered his head and forced his face to hold back in order to prevent the image of the loyal and reliable housekeeper from completely cracking. However, the convulsive corners of his mouth had revealed everything.
Seeing the image of Lord Sword God being trampled by thousands of grass and mud horses, Song suddenly felt indifferent.
Haha, it seems that the level of the prey this time is not low. Sure enough, the task of being forced to work during the vacation is not that easy to handle.
What should I do? Should I deep-fry this Tom Su first, or just fry it raw?
——No, forget it.
Anyone who disturbs my vacation should just die.
Reader comments
The heroine is better off dead. If you don't come in four years, you can't make phone calls. It's hard to find someone to report the news. Don't say that you have no conditions. I didn't give it a -2 because I felt that I too had chosen such a novel to read.
Is it really okay to stop updating for so long? ? It's everything written in the copy. . . Just say it casually. .
The heroine is better off dead. If you don't come in four years, you can't make phone calls. It's hard to find someone to report the news. Don't say that you have no conditions. I didn't give it a -2 because I felt that I too had chosen such a novel to read.
Is it really okay to stop updating for so long? ? It's everything written in the copy. . . Just say it casually. .