As an African Onmyoji, I have no ambitions;
Sometimes I would envy the SSRs displayed by those European Onmyoji masters. At this time, I would hug my Yuyuan Prajna Zai Zai tightly and think silently in my heart [I have Zai Zai, I am content, I don't envy, I don't envy, I don't envy]
But one day, my Zaizai ran away with another wild man! ! !
He doesn't want his father anymore! ! ! (??ω`?)
Although that wild man, with blond hair and blue eyes, is a busty sweetheart
But this can't cover up the fact that he abandoned his old father! ! !
Ps: [Comprehensive British and American] A follow-up article about who dares to touch my brother, first person, short story
Of course, you may not be able to resist writing the article midway.
It's great to open a pit and fill it in the crematorium series