The Game's Mortal Enemy Is the Boss

Ye Qinshu, a great writer and resident artist for a website of unethical and beautiful novels, earns over 10,000 yuan a month. Actually... He's a gamer. Loves to play, has weak hands, has a bad mouth, and is hunted down. Until I met a great god named [Ye Qin]... Ye Qin: You are hopelessly stupid. Take up the pen and write thousands of books: each other and each other. Ye Qin: How did you survive this kind of operation in a team copy? I wrote thousands of books: because there are people like you who like me. Ye Qin: I like you? Picking up a pen and writing thousands of books: isn't it? If you don't like me, you're going to criticize me? If you don't like me, why don't you drag me into the dungeon? If you don't like me, why are you still standing here talking nonsense to me? Does anyone believe it? Onlookers:... Picking up a pen and writing thousands of books: Oh, by the way, you helped me kill a wave of monsters just now. Ye Qin: ... I regret it. I will fuck you to death right now! True·Tall, rich and handsome·Awesome operation·Vicious tongue attack