On the first day I entered the world of stolen pens, I pushed Wu Xie three meters away in front of Zhang Qiling.
Now the black gold ancient knife is placed on my neck, and the fat man's cold joke is pressed against my waist.
And Wu Xie... Wu Xie was thinking about life in big letters on the ground.
Statement:
This article is inspired by dreams. The author is just a porter of dreams. All OOCs belong to Zhang Qiling in the parallel universe.
Purpose: Temporary workers! Take the blame anytime! Kneel down at any time!