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[The little expert who is calm and flirtatious inside and suffers from amnesia × is cold on the outside but passionate on the inside and creates machine attacks]
Fuyu originally wanted to be an unknown rookie, but a premeditated opportunity brought him into a new world - a copy of the live broadcast game.
Although he is as calm as he is, everything seems to be pointing to the fact, the handsome man, the NPC who is familiar with him, and even the ghost who puts the knife down on his neck.
——He has lost his memory.
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The woman's miserable and sharp screams echoed outside the bathroom, and bright red blood seeped into the cracks of the door and touched the toe of Fuyu's shoes.
[Hanako gave you + a roll of toilet paper × 1]
Looking at a roll of snow-white toilet paper that appeared out of thin air, Fuyu fell into deep thought and tried to strangle the woman outside the door with the toilet paper.
The cold and dignified NPC teacher had been looking at him with those affectionate eyes since he came in. The strangest thing was that he still knew this person.
[(House Manager) Taotao: Linlang Zhuyu is real! Kiss me! !
Fuyu: ... That's really strange.
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Later, a tag was added to the homepage and was not removed for a long time.
#The top five gods on the live broadcast popularity list lost their horses due to live broadcast errors#
Clicking on it showed a screen recording. In the screen, Fuyu turned off the live broadcast as calmly as usual. After being in a daze for a while, he gently turned his head and called out in a low and gentle voice: "Bao..."
Before he could finish his words, slender white hands appeared on the screen and hugged him, holding him firmly.
At this point the live broadcast screen goes black.
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①Everything is in the service of emotion + supplemented by plot
②Private facilities like mountains
③His IQ is very high when attacking and receiving + But Wei Zi's IQ is not very high
④Tiantiantiantian 1V1+HE
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[The powerful old gangster God of Marriage × the cool and shy beauty God of Death]
Copywriting one:
In 2000, a purposeful killing war and natural disaster struck and could not be stopped. With the fall of gods and the demise of demons, those who survived after that are the so-called "gods" today.
But mortals are human beings, and gods are immortal and immortal. Afraid of another natural disaster, Tianjie established management departments one after another.
As the saying goes, the African Management Bureau is like a brick, it can be moved wherever it is needed.
When he received the case, Zhou Xianjing was the brick in the bureau.
But am I mistaken... He is the God of Fate and Relationships, okay?
Copywriting two:
The demons caused chaos and suffered heavy losses.
At the end of a case, his rope did not tie up the marriage, but tied up a monster with four arms.
Zhou Xian stretched out in surprise, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lazily: "Then what should I do with this thing? When will that guy come over?"
Faced with the horrified looks of his colleagues looking behind him, he regretted that he hesitated for a second before looking back.
The next second, a huge sickle like a crescent moon, with a bright light, fell on his shoulder. At the same time, a somewhat low and indifferent male voice came to my ears:
"Want to die?"
Zhou Xian looked into the cold and delicate eyes of the God of Death and whistled:
"Nice figure, nice butt."
Copywriting three:
"I never said that my rope can only bind two pieces of letter paper and a monster, right?" Zhou Xian tied the hands of the person in front of him behind his back, not paying attention to the rosy color on his pale face, and rubbed his earlobe with the tip of his nose flirtatiously.
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Yu Zhong built a high wall around him so that others could not get in and he could not get out.
At dusk, the last of the decadent red sun is about to fall. The tall man stood on the top floor near the clouds and gave him a rose.
Unknowingly, there was a door on the wall, a door with Zhou Xianjing's name engraved on it, allowing only one person to enter.
Everyone is afraid of death and calls him the devil.
But Zhou Xianjing called him a rose.
[In this barren land of mine, you are the last rose.
Concept: the youthful vigor
