Time traveled many years, and now he is in Bingsheng Town, a well-known magic stick within Vongola.
I was young, had a successful career, and lived a peaceful life, but there were always people urging me to survive.
Bandage fellows from next door in Yokohama advised me not to be corrupted by the world's sugar-coated bullets.
As soon as the old thief Qiubi saw me, he shouted that I was an over-age Mahou soju prospect.
The weird bangs from the rural high school treated me like a curse spirit and wanted to play Pokémon.
Detective Rice's attempt to argue my reasoning is not metaphysical.
The steak guy I met on the roadside chased me and asked me for next month's lottery numbers.
I understand and I accept that an excellent stickman will always encounter some unruly people.
After blocking all the above people, I encountered a new problem——
I am a veteran dream girl who jumped on horseback many years before time travel.
I was actually mistaken by the vaulter himself as thinking that I hated him.
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This world is still dead.
>>SERIOUS WARNING
Intention: It's my fantasy dream about Dino.
Very satisfying article, I like the writing style