She seizes the person who is reborn, and then wants to continue to live in it, but the bloody life experience, complicated love, and abnormal life, she understands clearly and is speechless.
The author wanted to fulfill his innocent childhood dream.
Don't imagine that I can write beautiful paragraphs and complain about sexual Mary Sue essays about cultivating immortality.
The characters in the author's works look the same every day, after all, they don't know what stimulation they are experiencing that day.
The name is useless, the writing is not good (a thief is not good, not modest), the logic ability is poor, (there is no logic at the moment, don't criticize me.) The time is not good, (a patient with advanced procrastination.)
The Buddhist system has been updated, so bricks shouldn't be able to hit me.
Intention: My destiny is not up to me