Jiang Hun has a special constitution, which is manifested in the fact that every single item on the diet can cause social panic. Ordinary food is equivalent to poisonous pig feed for Jiang Hun.
No one knows that this weakling who can only take two steps to take three breaths and relies on beauty to hold a copy of his lower thighs is not really trying to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but is just a mediocre rice bucket who is exhausted physically and mentally to work hard.
When the monsters were rampant at night, the mop who had been hiding behind the boss during the day had his eyes green with hunger. He quietly went out to prepare for the boss at the end of the level as a late night snack. When he went there, he found the base Bai Yueguang Gentle Medic in the team who smelled like tea. He stretched out his huge tentacles and played with the boss like a spinning top with a sinister look on his face.
This tentacle looks very familiar, much like the insidious bastard who almost killed himself in the first copy to grab the rewards for passing the level.
Jiang Hun: "..." Damn it, I can forget about everything else and put down my food!
The two of them tacitly began to argue: "I'm sleepwalking."
"I'm being controlled."
"... What a coincidence, you also have a split personality."
"... Come over and have something to eat?"
Things are forced to be fake, white lotus is gloomy, white cut is black
1v1, he, strong, strong drama upgrade flow.
Things to know before visiting:
1. The emotional line heats up slowly.
2. There are various elements in the dungeon, and the main backgrounds are non-mainstream supernatural, microgram, and apocalyptic wasteland.
3. The author is illiterate and has no common sense. If there are any common sense mistakes, please point them out.
4. I am a maniac at writing, I will update it at 9pm, and I will revise it the rest of the time.
5. Write for the first time and make new attempts
Intention: People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will be hungry.
