Ever since he died of an illness when he was young and was successfully bound to the system, Bai Ming has lived a life of wandering around as a villain forever (burning lovers to death). I thought that after living a hundred worlds, I would find another world to settle down in, buy a house, become a CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life, but in the ninetieth world, everything happened. I really haven't gotten up yet. Bai Ming looked at the male protagonist in front of him who had clearly turned on the darkening mode, and unconsciously took a step back and leaned his back against the wall. His wrists were clasped, and the visitor's handsome eyebrows were filled with a dark devilish aura, and the corners of his raised lips seemed to have a teasing frivolity. Bai Ming: The promised flower of the high mountains! 812 Come out! I can't stand this plot anymore! 812: Be good, that's the boss, he's responsible for the derailment of the plot. Sister, I have no choice but to sell you in order to elope with 112 as soon as possible! This is a tragic story of a slow-witted complainer who tried to be bullied by an awkward god who was tricked by a sinister and uneasy routine. 1V1 of course. Susu Suleilei's sweet text. All logic serves the plot. If you don't like it, don't spray it. Just press the red cross. Friendly opinions and suggestions are welcome. Please collect and comment. The author is here to send New Year greetings to all of you, the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt.