The author chatted in the group, and then I discovered a secret.

In the next Bucai, a small street fight, among the many gods in the group, people send nicknames, the boundary line between the two-dimensional street and the non-street fight.

Well, not the goalkeeper who fights the street.

Well, the threshold of the second dimension.

Everybody is going to step on me!

I feel the great malice of this world.

So! It's war!

Bet on the war of honor!

Goalkeeper or something, I don't want to be it, whoever loves to be should go!

So! Even if it's less than 500, I'm going to play with it!

One more is not good, two is not good, two more is not good, five more is not good every day!

Do you dare to give me a hot list and occupy a position! The end is just the starting point! I want a row of chrysanthemums in front of the bucket!

I haven't asked for anything for a long time, and now, I want everything!

Even if it's a salted fish! I'm going to make a splash now!

(PS: Today's one is still a two-in-one 4,000-word chapter, and there may be an extra chapter of 2,000 words, and it will be divided into chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued.) )