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I, California Kiyomitsu, am also confused about Basuo today.
Let me introduce myself, I am the sword man of Honmaru with a very long number, not Lord Tiantian's initial sword, so I am very jealous of the initial sword that was chosen by Sir——... Ah, what is it called? Bed sheet?
"It's Yamagiri Kokuhiroden - Qingguang, you are spitting into the air again, be careful of your bad words being heard again." An Ding patted my head, and the force of his hand was so strong that he directly slapped the back of my head into the floor.
"What are you doing An Ding? You don't need to be so harsh, right?!" I got up and yelled at him.
"I used a lot of strength to wake you up." An Ding looked at me with regret, as if he was regretting why I wasn't photographed stupidly.
"You must be regretting why I wasn't photographed stupid?!"
My mind became hot and I forgot about the fear of being dominated by the great devil of stability. I grabbed his collar and gritted my teeth.
"Ah, I said it." An Ding had a strange expression on his face, "So your IQ is still online."
"..."
"…………"
I, California Qingguang, a glorious time traveler, do not care about him.
That's right, I traveled through time—and I was wearing a book that was reviewed by all women.
Qingguang, California today, is still pretending to be aboriginal.
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The ending is slightly sad.
Seriously OOC, the author tried his best to maintain the image of the knife man.
If you can't stand it, please click X and don't write balabala in the text.
The writing is childish, sorry.
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