He was like this a second ago ("No... I won't go... I won't go..." A young man with black hair, his hair so long that it covered half of his face, and a pair of oversized glasses on the bridge of his nose, and wearing a patched and bad school uniform, answered carefully.)
And the next second, he was like this ("Tsk, pretending to be a grandson is really tiring, hum~") It was both true and false. What was true and what was false. . . . . . . Follow Guimeixieqi and invite you to watch more exciting content (*￣￣)
Purpose: Kill the forces of darkness