My name is Gong Cheyi, not Gong Cheyi, but Gong Cheyi.
I am now facing a very serious problem. My script is out of my control. Now I am in a situation where I will either be killed by my own vest or obliterated by the rules. Facing the blade in front of me, I resolutely let it pierce my abdomen. Holding the hand that was shaking due to synesthesia, I sent him inwards.
Vest No. 1 Was my first vest. Due to lack of energy, his setting was extremely simple. I wanted to use it to fly big bricks, so I set him to be a weapon with no special abilities and a strong man hiding in the market. Unfortunately, he died of anger in the end.
Vest No. 2 Is my partner after I accumulated some energy. Compared with No. 1, He has special abilities, a more complex personality, and a more delicate life experience. I wanted to create a high-level spirit, so I equipped him with a technical configuration, but unfortunately he ended up being gentle.
Vest No. 3 Comes from my virgin partner. He is childish and tenacious, and his shining appearance is worthy of the future. He is absolutely curious about the world, and he pursues beauty and freedom. Unfortunately, he died of growth in the end.
Vests No. 4 And 5 are my masterpieces that cast a net to the international community. They propped up a world of reform in the repressed Russia and took in stray mice. They were resolute and powerful, possessing all the excellent spirits of revolutionaries, as well as the toughness and darkness that should be expected in battle. Unfortunately, they eventually died of progress.
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Why are you crying? They are not really dead. The script I wrote is like this. How about, in such a huge theater, as long as the rules are destroyed, we will all be free.
Attack and resistance are not fixed, he may be a vest or a literary hero, it depends on the situation.
Intention: Cheers to life