How can an ordinary migrant worker survive in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds once he travels through time and becomes cannon fodder that dies at the beginning of a Zerg novel?
Muning said, just lie down. As much as the original owner couldn't think about it, he would lie down. Wouldn't it be nice to farm with a beautiful woman in your arms?
The fragrance is quite fragrant. It was promised that the plot would be over and he would retire, but why did he become responsible for the protagonist's life to the end?
The racial gap is too big, I feel so tired...
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This article is a product of imagination. It is because I tried the Zerg setting but could not find an article that suited my taste, so I started to make enough food and clothing myself.
There is no outline, just write wherever you go.
Oh, the document has been completed, no need to worry about getting stuck. There will probably be a side story or something...
It's normal for you to notice that it starts but ends. The author is lazy, and once the enthusiasm faded, the ending was already very impressive.
1V1, HE, contains a lot of nonsense, which may cause aesthetic fatigue.
I don't expect the three views to be harmonious. I will write an idea and you will read a story and cherish each other.
Machiavellian tactics are not the point, and the logic may be wrong. If you see it, please tap it and I will fix it depending on your mood.
Above.
Intention: To change your destiny, start with me.
