"Following the Dark Honmaru's routine, I'm afraid I would have been stabbed as soon as I entered." Xiao Yao, who inexplicably became the judge of the Dark Honmaru, tightly held onto Fox Nosuke in his arms.
"Following the routine, it should be you, the Judge of Gods, who shows off your skills and beats a group of knife men, and then their worship of you is like a torrential river."
"However, your judge is just a scumbag, so as the fox assistant who protects the judge, come on, Pika Fox!"
"... Sir Judge, first of all, we are not Pokemon, and secondly, we don't even have a combat power of 5!"
For a moment, one person and one fox looked at each other, as if it had been thousands of years. Foxinosuke thought that his hair was scratched all over the ground by the judge before he was too old. The judge thought of the unopened R18 sword fanfic he bought before traveling last night, and both shed tears of regret...
(PS: This article is in a state of flux, so let's hope it will be completed one day!)
Reader comments
Oh my God, this is really insane. Is the owner of this pill a single promoter from California? ? ? Even if I almost single-handedly push Qing Guangguang, I am only a long-term valet (backward)
Oh my God, this is really insane. Is the owner of this pill a single promoter from California? ? ? Even if I almost single-handedly push Qing Guangguang, I am only a long-term valet (backward)