This article is also known as: "I really don't care", "One punch and one brain fills up the monster"
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A long time ago, Ben had always thought that the group of people in the real world must be seriously ill. This idea originally disappeared after his mother cleared his memory of life in the real world.
Until now...
Looking to the left, his real-life playmate showed him a heartbroken expression and told him that he was dead and that his soul was now experiencing torture from the Lord God.
The child of the Lord God (Mother) Ben:?
Looking to the right, his adoptive father in real life was filled with sorrow and joy. The expression on his face was as complex as a palette that had been used for a long time. Then he hugged him tremblingly, hoping that he would wake up and return to the world of the living.
Ben, who has always been sober and has never died:? ?
Later, Ben couldn't help but snatched the gangster's wooden warehouse, raised his foot and kicked the man's leg bone, pressed the wooden warehouse's mouth against his temple, turned his head and saw a group of people looking at him worriedly, for fear that his actions would hurt him again.
Ben: Are you all seriously ill? The kind that's contagious.
*This is a main story, but it may develop into an ambiguous story about beauty and beauty. The protagonist is beautiful and strong but not miserable.
*The Lord God dotes on children very much
*The author is extremely controlled and the protagonist is controlled, please let it go.
*Su Susu, there is a single arrow, if it is full, the group pet warns
*The writing style goes with the flow, the author has a glass heart
*Critical language will not be accepted, only suggestive comments will be accepted
Intention: Fantasy is always wonderful