Um...
Copywriting?
The copywriting is that my typing is really too slow.
Ahem, let's get to the point
Put on the U. S. No. 649-K1 weapon, squat down, and hold your head. Whispering: I'm JJ.
Anyone who wants to throw bricks, please stop!
I didn't do much, I just smoked occasionally and knocked out a few articles. It's not as exaggerated as some fangirls say╭(╯^╰)╮
But one day I was sent to a different place by the authors' resentment...
The female fans seem to have colluded, causing me to constantly travel through different worlds. Damn it.
I don't mind that both men and women eat it, but why am I the one who's the one receiving it?
Fangirls, stop, stop, stop, stop! Don't write like this ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Deep version
He is the proud son of heaven, controlling the sounds of nature in the world.
Pure white ridges spread over the edge of the sky, and the ice domain imprisoned the undead trying to escape.
And he once stood there, singing the melancholy sound of the doomsday.
Qin Que, Qin Que, Qin Que.
When this name was mentioned by different people in an instant, it suddenly gained warmth.
It is said that anyone who hears his true singing will fall.
A moment of magnificence turns into boundless eternity.
The entanglements of different worlds tightly entangled his wings, cutting them constantly and making them chaotic.
The layers of fine silk threads sent him back to his eyes, walking alone.
Solitary, solitary, and then, charmingly reborn.