The first volume has been saved, please don't let it get fat╥╥
Copywriting one:
What would happen if you had the body of a hunter and the breathing method of Demon Slayer, and then entered the Spell Return Battle?
Tsuruta Sheng tells you the answer - you will die.
It was a grand summer, and the blood on the ground obviously came from the people in her arms, but she was the one who left first.
Tsuruta Sheng saw the lake bursting into the sky-like blue eyes and the paranoia in his eyes, but she could only show an apologetic smile in the light that had not yet dissipated.
Sorry, the plan failed.
Copywriting two:
Tsuruta Sheng died, and Tsuruta Sheng lived again.
Thinking of going to see how everyone was doing, she opened the door to the dormitory and slammed it shut in an instant.
Did she just see it wrong? Gojo Satoru is wearing a skirt? !
No, no, it must have been wrong when she came. Then she made a video call to Xia Youjie.
Looking at Xia Youjie on the other side of the phone, who was wearing a leader's attire, and then at the police station in the background, Tsuruta Sheng immediately hung up the phone.
She must have been hallucinating. In order to protect her precarious world view, Tsuruta Sheng finally decided to go to Zenyuan's house.
Zen home.
Tsuruta Sheng squatted on the wall with an expressionless face, looking down at Zenyuan Jin'er, who was training female soldiers.
The world must have gone crazy. Did she work so hard to live just to see this? !
Here, Tsuruta Sheng was still indignant, and as soon as he turned his head, he faced a deep sea with surging undercurrents.
The silver-white eyelashes were right in front of her eyes, and Gojo Satoru's sweet voice sounded in her ears.
"It's Ah Sheng, right? Didn't we agree to be together when we come back? Why did you run away?"
Tsuruta Sheng ran away, don't worry, that guy looks very bad now! ! !
Also, I'm damn dead! Not running away!
Ah? You ask her why she is alive again now if she is not dead?
I said I was dead
I'm talking about the meat-like me
Note:
A novice author who cut his own legs to make this work. If you don't like it, please don't point fingers.
Purpose: Kick over all the lunch boxes
Purpose: We will eventually be free
