I got into a strange game by mistake, and also picked up a strange profession... Oooh, what can a weak little painter do?
"What the hell?! How come you can fight in close combat?"
"Ah? Isn't it normal for a girl like me to learn some self-defense skills?"
"Damn it! Why can you still manifest it even if you don't have a system backpack?"
"Perhaps you have heard the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen?"
"??? Why did all the dungeons you entered crash?"
"I can't stand it, I'm on fire"
"You are ready to fight through the heavens, right?"
Woohoo, I'm just a weak painter... Why are you afraid of me?
The ghosts hugged the copy tightly: Don't come over! ! !
Intention: The sporadic fires in the darkness will eventually start a prairie fire
