When Cosplay Meets an Out-of-Context Transmigration

I squatted in the pit. The pit is not big, but it is deep. I'm sure some friends have seen the new one, but I can't wait any longer. Occasionally, I hear the painful cries of my seniors around me, but I can't do anything and can't do anything. Because I am just a reader, and this article has not entered V. We will read those words with the old light, shouting in pain almost crazy, and begging humbly. When I saw this treasure, I was surprised. Why are these treasures so unknown? Later I understood that it was not the case. This is a treasure. Those who discover it will naturally treasure it in their hearts. It is extremely precious. I read the entire article in one breath, and felt my heart surge. My sister's kindness, my brother's persistence, and my friends' sincerity were all so vivid, as if they were sitting in front of me and chatting with me. No, this is probably it. I have realized it and my heart is as calm as water. However, perhaps out of jealousy of the talent, this treasure has not been updated for half a year. I feel deeply anxious, fearing that the author may not have returned. When I once again looked at the words carved on the wall of the pit by my predecessors, I became more and more frightened. Is my wife really going to leave? The handwritings of the predecessors are extremely old and even a little blurry. Occasionally, younger generations would see it, poke their heads in, and enter curiously. Little did they know that they could no longer get out, or even be trapped inside forever. In my heart, there was a despicable secret of joy, great, someone else is here, how encouraging this is. I stood in silence in front of the pit wall for a long time, and finally wrote a limerick rudely. This can probably bring back a lot of consciousness, right? I wanted to know the story behind it, but I didn't know that things in the world are impermanent. The wife half-hides her face with an article, which attracts all sentient beings to be unwilling to return. The first long review... Can I get in? What about that, ma'am... Can you please update it?

Two pure love war gods hahahaha

Five people of Xia, five souls of Xia, hearts made of iron, souls made of steel, fragile bodies, sad people. ?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am more afraid of Tianzun than Amon. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Damn it, now the original Gojo Satoru is really dead (eyes closed)

That is to say, for these brainless orangutans, the most effective way is to become a tyrant, kill those rotten oranges until they dare not resist, and use fear to dominate. Anyway, the strongest is immortal and justice is eternal.

It was a bit embarrassing. I was twirling around in bed in the middle of the night. I was so embarrassed.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, my fucking god ptsd ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (screaming)

The envy of an only child, no brothers, only cousins

Do you still remember the song "Xiaojuan"? I read the comment section of it, and someone commented that "it's all porn now". That is to say, women who are in the same position as the victims, why should they protect their own rights?