The Great Demon King of Online Games 1

Glad you saw my writing.

The author likes to talk a bit.

Always alone talking to himself.

Anyway, no one saw it, so I continued. Passionate, blue coast, I am here again, destined to the sky. A piece of wood drifted to the beach, with a woman in red on it. Holding the ruby ​​staff in his hand. A group of people gathered around. …

002, To be continued

It hurts so much. I lift the trees in front of the forest every day, and my muscles swell one by one. I feel that I have become very strong. There is a huge country on the other side of the forest, with highly developed magic and technology. There is a place called Square, It is the place of my dreams. Miracle creation, civilization? What is civilization? This is civilization.

The ocean, a huge ocean, rafting on the river. Today, I sank the sword, I carved a mark on the boat, I will remember it deeply.

Presumably, you have discovered that the author is a person who is quite poor in language and is still complaining. Haha, you finally discovered it.

A group of quite bold women came to the pub today, and they will push you to the ground in one fell swoop. They were wearing beautiful strips of cloth wrapped around their chests, and their high-pointed shoes clicked on the ground, and I was thinking, I thought, I thought, A carrier came over, "Little pervert, where are you looking?" "Oh, oh, I didn't look at anything." The panicked Gu Zuo was reserved. If you were not afraid of hitting me, I would dare to say, I would just look at you.

Covering her red eyes, she saw her blushing cheeks through the gaps between her fingertips. Today, she made a mark on me. One day, humph, I will repay you twice as much. This group of women dressed in dirty clothes has left the tavern. An adventurer came over and wanted to recruit me, "Fuck me!"

Sunset, dusk, and poetry and distance.

You are standing on a confused street, and groups of speedsters drift over. The yellow-haired gangsters come up and touch you. Lost for no reason, the motorcycle was carrying dust all over the ground. Everything will go wrong inexplicably from now on. The city of steel pipes is still moving, with rows of steel pipes forming a torrent, intertwined with beauty, and the moment when the glimmer of light appears is already disappointing.

You feel a kind of sadness, sadness that has no solution. From the lost road, I picked up a book, "Function". You turned to the first page: "Does everything in the world have an optimal solution?"

Choice: 1, be a dog. 2. Survive. 3. Death. Choose to survive as a dog, of course.

Where my heart belongs, there is endless space.

Life and death, life and death, life is wasted.