In fact, this is the story of an invincible Xiaoqiang wandering around in various worlds.
Lord Thunderbolt…
Character of the heroine: Weird, with no concept of right and wrong, only what she wants and what she doesn't want to be the rule of life. She occasionally suffers from schizophrenia. She has a habit of research and collection. She likes to collect portraits of unknown creatures. She has an unlimited page picture album, which contains portraits and annotations of all the heroine's friends.
Because I like to enjoy life, I often travel around with a house.
The heroine's ability: magic, based on the Might and Magic magic system and Western legends. The origin of swordsmanship is unknown. Most of it is instinct passed down from generation to generation in the family and imprinted in the soul. Some of it was learned during the Tianzhihen era.
The heroine's quirks: She likes to pick up various creatures as pets. She is very generous and dedicated when raising them, but she also has a bad character of throwing away the pets when she suddenly loses interest.
Note:
1. The heroine is incredibly strong and absolutely unbeatable. She is basically an invincible monster like Haruya Hinano.
2. Of course, the main fandom is YY, so please bring your own lightning rod if there is a thunderstorm.
3. If you feel uncomfortable while watching, please click the red XX in the upper right corner immediately to avoid harming your health...
4. Because I am just writing and playing when I have nothing to do, I cannot guarantee the update speed at all...
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"It's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery," Aman was still playing these two words in his mind when Su Mo came out. (Author: I will never admit that I really can't write the content, so I use these two words to flood the screen!)
Su Mo held the phone in one hand and buttoned her pajamas with the other hand as she walked. After buttoning the last button, she sat on the edge of the bed. She looked thoughtfully at the phone with the screen still on, and finally laughed strangely. I really didn't expect that Su Borui would bring such a big surprise to him. This is something I never knew about in my previous life. Is it really different? But since God is willing to let fate deviate from the track, why not let me be reborn when my parents are still alive and the family is happy! In this way, maybe we still have the possibility to be together, and the heavy and suppressed sadness disappears in a flash. This thought flashed through his mind, and then was thrown away by Su Mo. He had to think carefully about how to use this news to get some interest back from Zhang Baoyu. At least, it would not hurt his bones, but it would also make him lose his skin, right? !
On the other side of the phone, Su Borui held his chin and leaned back in the big boss chair in front of the desk. The call he just made seemed to be at the wrong time. Su Borui recalled the voice that seemed to be still ringing in his ears, slightly hoarse and low under the sound of water, and felt as if he had been scratched twice by a kitten. That Su Mo not only likes men, but also has such a voice...? Well, I really don't know how to describe it! Indescribably seductive. Narrowing his narrow fox eyes, Su Borui felt funny that he had such an idea. His right hand unconsciously touched the hard stubble, which seemed a bit too long. With a jolt, Su Borui suddenly came back to his senses, and kept ringing in his mind, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown. Su Borui stood up stiffly, took one last look at the brown paper bag in the center of the desk, stumbled, and left the study.
"Bang," with a soft sound, the door was closed. Only the brown paper bag and a piece of letter paper next to it that still exudes a faint fragrance are lying alone on the desk. "Boss, yesterday when I robbed the rich and helped the poor, I accidentally discovered a shocking secret! Adhering to the spirit of dedication that happiness alone is worse than happiness for everyone, I specially photographed the live version and mailed it to you! Boss! For the sake of my little brother, you should take on this matter!" The messy cursive script and arrogant fonts all show the cynicism of their owner.
On the other side, the owner of this letter was sitting at a noisy roadside stall in the night market, shirtless and playing guessing games with a group of similarly half-naked strong men. There were scattered wine bottles on the floor and on the table, either upside down or standing upright, occupying a large area. Thin drops of sweat flowed down beside the bulging gullies of the texture, and finally disappeared into the white shirt tied around the waist, and the extremely flamboyant manly smell rushed towards his face (Author: Are you sure it is manly smell, not the smell of sweat? Bang, a wine bottle flew away)
"Haha, Brother Zhang! Drink." The one-eyed waiter who lives on a long street in the south and is commonly known as Bao Da Dao excitedly slapped the table, picked up the beer lying horizontally by his elbow, lifted the bottle cap with his bare hands, and handed it straight to the man opposite. I saw this man with a standard three-inch hedgehog head and thick sword eyebrows flying sideways into his temples. At this moment, Zhengyuan stared at his fist in disbelief with a pair of big eyes. Damn fists! Angrily, he reached forward and grabbed it. Before the mistress could react, the bottle was already in his hand. With the half-open bottle cap, he raised his neck and drank it all in three or two gulps. "Come again!"
The man was drinking so hard that his eyes were blurry one moment, and the next moment they were all dazzled, and he was not even half drunk at all! "Bang," he threw away the half-empty wine bottle in his hand, raised his body, arched his body slightly comically, shook it twice, and stammered, "Hiccup, I can't do it anymore, I can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, my mother-in-law will not let me go back."
"She dares?! Women can also take care of men's affairs? It would be her place."
"Change it! Change it!" There were cheers.
"That little Lang Hoof, tsk tsk," the man smacked his lips, glanced over with a lustful look that you all know, and immediately started to whistle. "I really want to go back, today is mine! Let's go on, have a good drink and have fun, ah~" After that, he walked out from the middle, dropped a stack of money when passing by the proprietress, and walked into the vast night.
Juan, you kid, you can run far enough.
As soon as he left the night market, the man quickly disappeared into the night and followed closely behind Juan and his followers. His movements are as agile as a cheetah, his eyes are as sharp as lightning, and his muscles are as flexed as a mountain peak (??? Something strange is coming out?), And he does not show the slightest trace of his drunken state just now. (Author: This man is very sexy)
Huan and his followers, who were in a hurry, didn't notice anything unusual. They shuttled through the alleys, looking anxious and alert. Juan, who was wearing night clothes, frowned slightly with his good-looking brows, and because of his anger, the tail of his eyes tilted up with a hint of evil. He put one hand horizontally into his windbreaker and inserted it into the inner pocket, walking as fast as flying. The man who followed Huan slightly wrongly had a mustache twitching on his dry lips, which was extremely weird and made people laugh, but his sinister-looking face with upturned eyebrows made people shudder for no reason and made them unable to laugh again.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the shirtless man following them couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, muttering to himself: Miscalculation, as expected, drinking made things worse, and I froze to death. Although he was thinking this, his movements were not hindered at all and he still followed closely. It's just that the hot sweat he had just covered himself up in the night stall disappeared.
Eight years! There has been no update for eight years! ! !
"It's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's so slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery, it's slippery," Aman was still playing these two words in his mind when Su Mo came out. (Author: I will never admit that I really can't write the content, so I use these two words to flood the screen!) Su Mo held the phone in one hand and buttoned her pajamas with the other hand as she walked. After buttoning the last button, she sat on the edge of the bed. She looked thoughtfully at the phone with the screen still on, and finally laughed strangely. I really didn't expect that Su Borui would bring such a big surprise to him. This is something I never knew about in my previous life. Is it really different? But since God is willing to let fate deviate from the track, why not let me be reborn when my parents are still alive and the family is happy! In this way, maybe we still have the possibility to be together, and the heavy and suppressed sadness disappears in a flash. This thought flashed through his mind, and then was thrown away by Su Mo. He had to think carefully about how to use this news to get some interest back from Zhang Baoyu. At least, it would not hurt his bones, but it would also make him lose his skin, right? ! On the other side of the phone, Su Borui held his chin and leaned back in the big boss chair in front of the desk. The call he just made seemed to be at the wrong time. Su Borui recalled the voice that seemed to be still ringing in his ears, slightly hoarse and low under the sound of water, and felt as if he had been scratched twice by a kitten. That Su Mo not only likes men, but also has such a voice...? Well, I really don't know how to describe it! Indescribably seductive. Narrowing his narrow fox eyes, Su Borui felt funny that he had such an idea. His right hand unconsciously touched the hard stubble, which seemed a bit too long. With a jolt, Su Borui suddenly came back to his senses, and kept ringing in his mind, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown, the beard has grown. Su Borui stood up stiffly, took one last look at the brown paper bag in the center of the desk, stumbled, and left the study. "Bang," with a soft sound, the door was closed. Only the brown paper bag and a piece of letter paper next to it that still exudes a faint fragrance are lying alone on the desk. "Boss, yesterday when I robbed the rich and helped the poor, I accidentally discovered a shocking secret! Adhering to the spirit of dedication that happiness alone is worse than happiness for everyone, I specially photographed the live version and mailed it to you! Boss! For the sake of my little brother, you should take on this matter!" The messy cursive script and arrogant fonts all show the cynicism of their owner. On the other side, the owner of this letter was sitting at a noisy roadside stall in the night market, shirtless and playing guessing games with a group of similarly half-naked strong men. There were scattered wine bottles on the floor and on the table, either upside down or standing upright, occupying a large area. Thin drops of sweat flowed down beside the bulging gullies of the texture, and finally disappeared into the white shirt tied around the waist, and the extremely flamboyant manly smell rushed towards his face (Author: Are you sure it is manly smell, not the smell of sweat? Bang, a wine bottle flew away) "Haha, Brother Zhang! Drink." The one-eyed waiter who lives on a long street in the south and is commonly known as Bao Da Dao excitedly slapped the table, picked up the beer lying horizontally by his elbow, lifted the bottle cap with his bare hands, and handed it straight to the man opposite. I saw this man with a standard three-inch hedgehog head and thick sword eyebrows flying sideways into his temples. At this moment, Zhengyuan stared at his fist in disbelief with a pair of big eyes. Damn fists! Angrily, he reached forward and grabbed it. Before the mistress could react, the bottle was already in his hand. With the half-open bottle cap, he raised his neck and drank it all in three or two gulps. "Come again!" The man was drinking so hard that his eyes were blurry one moment, and the next moment they were all dazzled, and he was not even half drunk at all! "Bang," he threw away the half-empty wine bottle in his hand, raised his body, arched his body slightly comically, shook it twice, and stammered, "Hiccup, I can't do it anymore, I can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, my mother-in-law will not let me go back." "She dares?! Women can also take care of men's affairs? It would be her place." "Change it! Change it!" There were cheers. "That little Lang Hoof, tsk tsk," the man smacked his lips, glanced over with a lustful look that you all know, and immediately started to whistle. "I really want to go back, today is mine! Let's go on, have a good drink and have fun, ah~" After that, he walked out from the middle, dropped a stack of money when passing by the proprietress, and walked into the vast night. Juan, you kid, you can run far enough. As soon as he left the night market, the man quickly disappeared into the night and followed closely behind Juan and his followers. His movements are as agile as a cheetah, his eyes are as sharp as lightning, and his muscles are as flexed as a mountain peak (??? Something strange is coming out?), And he does not show the slightest trace of his drunken state just now. (Author: This man is very sexy) Huan and his followers, who were in a hurry, didn't notice anything unusual. They shuttled through the alleys, looking anxious and alert. Juan, who was wearing night clothes, frowned slightly with his good-looking brows, and because of his anger, the tail of his eyes tilted up with a hint of evil. He put one hand horizontally into his windbreaker and inserted it into the inner pocket, walking as fast as flying. The man who followed Huan slightly wrongly had a mustache twitching on his dry lips, which was extremely weird and made people laugh, but his sinister-looking face with upturned eyebrows made people shudder for no reason and made them unable to laugh again. A gust of night wind blew by, and the shirtless man following them couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, muttering to himself: Miscalculation, as expected, drinking made things worse, and I froze to death. Although he was thinking this, his movements were not hindered at all and he still followed closely. It's just that the hot sweat he had just covered himself up in the night stall disappeared.
Eight years! There has been no update for eight years! ! !
说实话已经忘了，看来得重新复习了