You dress up as a food blogger. But instead of meat, vegetables, eggs, and milk, the house was full of strange things.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You force yourself to be calm. Don't food bloggers have everything at home? Isn't this very reasonable?
For example, there are more than a dozen notebooks full of information, a certain small red and white medicine stuffed in the condiment bottle, a dangerous weapon behind the wardrobe, an adult male NPC who fainted on the balcony wearing a blue sweater with bloodstains all over his body...
What a damn reasonable thing! ! You can't calm down anymore. Why do food bloggers have these gadgets in their homes? ! !
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You traveled through time while playing a game called "Conan: Red and Black Showdown", and you thought it was not a big problem. After all, who is playing games these days and doesn't want to travel back in time?
But you didn't put it on the large one where you had all the skills, but on the small one where you practiced your life skills.
Also... It's okay. You reluctantly accept this reality.
So you sit on your sofa and rack your brains to search through your memories to find a way to go back. You find that as long as the account bound to the identity of a food blogger can make ninety-nine and eighty-one creative dishes, and is approved by a certain number of people, you can log out from the food blogger's account at light speed.
How difficult is this! This is looking down on me as a big foodie nation! So you wave your hand and immediately go online to confirm the recipe in your memory, but instead you find a series of deeds from other accounts of your own. These trumpets include but are not limited to:
A handsome police officer who devotes himself to the fight between justice and evil (to gain reputation);
An intelligence peddler who wanders in gray areas to play with people's hearts (who does preparatory missions to explore paths);
A best-selling beauty writer who is obsessed with creating imaginary worlds (with some talent inspiration);
…
And the large one you cultivated with your numerous trumpets and your countless favors:
On the surface, he is a general of a dark organization called the Winery. He is self-centered and believes in hedonism, and he is the ultimate happy person. In fact, he has single-handedly created another dark organization called "The Abyss" to compete with the Winery.
As a trumpet fanatic, your hands trembled slightly, and you suddenly had a bad premonition: Could it be that... You have to complete these performances one by one? Then we have to perform until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse? ? This is obviously the work of the Fourth Natural Disaster. What does it have to do with my player? ? ?
So the system gently strokes your tearful cat's head: Don't worry, dear, we are very humane~ In order for you to go home as soon as possible, all simultaneous play modes have been turned on for you~
You: *expletive*
Reading instructions:
1. For a refreshing product, a large number of original plots and characters, the logic is dead and there are many bugs. It is really impossible to go out and turn to the wonderful world. Let each other go and believe that we all have a bright future.
2. No cp, vest flow, no horse loss. Players are players, only the vest has a gender
3. The second person of the copy and the third person of the text
4.…I'll talk about it later when I think about it (comparison)
Concept: Food bloggers can even have the New World in their homes
