Mastaga.
This city is so abnormal that it looks like it is going to destroy everything. It is one of the cores of history, culture and commerce, a city of weird stories, a city of final curses, a paradise for cult lovers, and the rest of the life of abnormal people...
Only the tip of the iceberg of visions has leaked, the dice of fate are stagnant in mid-air, and the hidden ones are spreading mysterious sounds in the dark caves.
Tribute to the investigative accomplices of love:
Will you believe that the makeup of cause and effect is malleable, or has fate already formed a web?
Under the spotlight, Labos looked around with the script in hand: Let me do it? Real or fake? Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to withstand temptation and surrender to the enemy?
Gracia: Don't worry, they won't tempt you.
Rapos: Why?
Gracia: Too blatant. There are many people who have surrendered to the enemy, but you are the first to have such a simple mind written on your face.
Rapos said angrily: Am I so easy to guess? I actually can't control other people's spiciness.
Gracia: It's easy to talk. Just listen to my arrangements. I'll cover you and make sure you have food and drink.
Labos immediately knelt and licked: Then boss, where do I live? Can you also make arrangements for me?
Gracia: You and A Ming live together.
Rapos: Who is A Ming?
Gracia: My pug.
Labos woke up instantly. Good news: he didn't live in a doghouse. Bad news: he was a little jealous of the dog.
Intention: Take it easy
