I rule this continent, yet I am a native.
I once thought that I had been reborn in a good pregnancy and would be the master of this continent from now on!
Who would have thought that cultivation is actually being played here? There are thousands of worlds, and I am just the smallest one among them.
People call me a bumpkin after I go out? ? ?
The cute female protagonist who is the only one who respects me and is cute and unruly has been upgraded to become a male protagonist.
Writing apocalyptic articles is too depressing, so I opened this trap to relieve my mood.
The heroine is related to the protagonist of the apocalyptic chapter, but it has nothing to do with the plot!
It can be regarded as a story about fetal penetration!
Updated from time to time, apocalyptic writing is depressing, let yourself go here!
Purpose: Refuse to be depressed, put cool writing first!