[Not HE, it should be considered TE (true+ending), the reason is in the words of Chapter 13]
Sand sculpture version:
I was undercover, literally.
However, it seems that I have done nothing during the years I was sent to the decent (crossed out) investigation.
No, I kidnapped a wife. The best kind in the world.
But a daughter-in-law is not something that can be achieved overnight, so in addition to eating, drinking, having fun, making birds and folding flowers... There is also another option on my schedule: chasing beauties.
As the plan proceeds in an orderly manner (?), The wife is obtained, and the task actually comes? ? ?
I took a closer look and felt numb. I was back before liberation.
Text text:
This might be a memoir.
Everything that happens here exists in one's memory.
Undercover, undercover, is a contest between me and the enemy, life and death, no mercy.
But what should you do if one day you can't tell the difference between friend and foe?
When recalling the past, don't forget to remember clearly who you are.
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This is just an idea, a whim, no beginning or end, just watch it for fun... (Put the lid on the pot and run away
It was originally planned to be only a few thousand words, but ended up writing this much ()
I'm writing the "Joke" next door, I'm really writing it! ! ! Never give up! ! !
The finishing pit next door:
"The Misfortune" Short-lived Ghost × Infatuated Person
Serial short article pit next door:
"No Joy" (expected 5-6w)
The sincere and free-spirited general attacked the organization and tried to kill the prince.
Intention: What you forget is not necessarily your original intention, and what you encounter is not necessarily your enemy.
