A month ago, Gritty was a squeamish and contrived young lady, facing the task of increasing the lifespan of the system.
She was really disgusted and refused with tears.
"Eh~~~, I don't want it, zombies are so disgusting."
"My fingernail is broken and I can't run anymore, eh eh eh."
A month later, she was holding a big iron rod with wolf fangs in her hand and looking calmly at the center of the pen in the air.
"Old fellows, give me a double-click like, a little flower and a follow, and the anchor will blast thirty zombie heads live."
"Friends, pay attention to my favorite brother on the list, the anchor will make sure you don't get lost."
However, there was a stranger who smashed Garruti with a crystal core in the last days, a spirit stone in the world of immortality, and a raw ore in the interstellar world.
She climbed out of the dazzling pile of resources with difficulty and asked the man.
"Who are you?"
The man was silent for a while, then opened his sexy thin lips slightly and slowly said a few words.
"Your favorite brother on the list."
2020·2·24
Intention: Survival is instinct, so is seclusion.
