One second he was still on the battlefield, and the next second he was in this unknown place.
He finally adapted to the interstellar world he was in now, and used the storage bag his master left for him and his own craftsmanship to make a living.
But why are my friends here too? Ahhhhhhhh, I want to eat salted fish.
Life is just good now, but brother! ! ! Can you please let me go? I don't want to go back to "work"! ! ! !
Help, let me just say that when this guy comes, I always feel like something bad is going to happen. I am speechless.
Why are you siding with this guy? I just want to take a break! ! ! !
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Ps: I want to have a good time, but I am attacked by x with a vicious tongue (slow to warm up to feelings, and I am besieged step by step)
The supporting characters are two people who met in StarCraft, and the two of them smoked CP and their boss's CP.
Intention: As long as you have the skills and methods, you can live anywhere, but your life is your own, if you don't want to live = go to work
