The junior sister was ordered to go out today to slay the evil cult.
Master carved a plaque that read "The Best Sword in the World" overnight: "If you lose, say you stole it yourself and it has nothing to do with the sect."
The senior brother handed over a rusty iron sword: "It is said that it can kill the soul, of course... I have never tried it." The second senior brother took out eighteen erotic books: "That devil is the most lustful, you can adapt to the situation."
The third senior brother held my hand and choked up: "If you can't come back, I will..." I waited expectantly for him to express his emotions.
He continued: "... I will divide the box of jewelry in your house."
The plaques, rusty swords, and erotic albums in my arms are as heavy as a mountain.
This sect is as crooked as a melon and a jujube! ! !
I scream!
I'm confused!
"At least give me something good to hope for!"
I jumped off the cliff, and Master's shout came from behind.
"Plaque! Plaque! Be careful, don't break it."
Me:……
Wow!
Conception:? ? Will you be scolded?