"Hello, can you see me?"
I hate Bastard, that delicious dog. If it weren't for it, how could I be dressed as something neither human nor ghost!
"Lord Buddha, I have a disciple, Lin You, who sincerely prays here. I hope that tomorrow someone can see and touch, eat and drink, take a bath, and sleep. This is just a small wish. I hope that the Buddha will appear and it will be fulfilled as soon as possible."
I love Bastard, that delicious dog. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have met that unsmiling little Taoist priest.
Just...
I just dodged the oncoming spells, and then several more "swish" ones flew onto my forehead one after another.
The little Taoist priest opposite looked coldly: "You still dare to hide?"
Me: "Don't dare."
Stupid and unable to grasp the attack × cold and indifferent
This article focuses on the first person.
This article is also called "How I Became a Housewife".
The author is incompetent and cannot afford sophisticated brain circuits. The purpose is: talk about love easily and fight monsters without thinking.
Wish you a happy reading, little cutie (-.-)