The north wind is blowing, the autumn breeze is cool, whose lovely wife is guarding the vacant room, I will help you if you are in trouble, I live next door, my surname is Wang!
This is the story of a man who helps warm the beds of every race on every planet in the universe (dense fog). . . Well, there are Stars who complain about it, Stars who don't complain will die, Stars from Titans, Stars with bare butts, and so on, there are Stars that you can't think of.
The soul does not have to be silver, it can also exude a dazzling shit yellow color!
Friends who like Gintama can come in and take a look, you probably won't be disappointed.
The author is quite slow. . I will be more kind every day. I hope that those who click here can be rewarded with some patience. Read the parts you don't understand twice or something. . . (Who has the patience? The author is dreaming)