There is a saying that goes well,
Bet on dogs, bet on dogs, and lose everything in the end.
Lance is such a gambling dog.
After spending all his candles betting on height,
He gave up.
Why do I get shorter the more I drink, my dwarf mask is almost useless, okay?
Lance knelt at the altar and cried bitterly.
God, if you could give me a chance to come back...
I will definitely use them all to graduate my ancestors.
Then God granted his wish.
However, there seems to be a slight deviation.
Beating up a centenarian with a bad dk?
Fighting shaving suckers with the blue-haired gentleman?
Being used as a food reserve by the purple-haired big wave (ongoing)
Concept: The Son of Light repeatedly jumps between life and death
