As the title of the book says, I am an NPC inside a greedy snake. I work tremblingly every day and look forward to buying the latest skins.
One day at work, I accidentally hit and killed a real snake, and I was resented. Forgive me for not realizing that this was on a personal level, rubbish.
Then he seemed to be a money-making boss, because he kept resurrecting and followed me all morning, trying to kill me. It was a joke. I was the one he could kill. When my stubborn temper got angry, I refused to die. Hey, it was just for fun.
As a result, I reached the top of the list that day and was admired by thousands of primary and secondary school students. Then my salary was deducted, and I felt that my skin was getting farther and farther away from me.
The next day I killed him again, and he chased me again. This time I was suspended, and I began to spend more time in the human world. Here I am a domestic robot for a facially paralyzed boss. I have stayed in this home for eighteen years, and I want to run away from home every day.
On the first day, I found that the boss had an expression, and then I discovered that the boss was the krypton gold boss. The boss is indeed a boss, garbage.
(Third person) A short essay, lightly sprayed.
Intention: A strange combination of circumstances, going around in circles, this person must be you