I accidentally became the public enemy of the entire server
[entp female disguised as male, wolf-dog school hunk] × [intp pseudo-split personality, loveless senior]
[Game World Introduction]:
A year ago, the publicly acknowledged number one assassin suddenly deleted his account and quit the game. A year later, as the game version continued to be updated, the assassin became the son of the version due to the emerging loop flow. On the other hand, the swordsman who used to be the " father " gradually declined to the point that no one cared about him.
Who knew that on the day the ID protection period ended, a new player who had just registered in District 1 appeared with the ID of the former number one assassin and played the current version of the sewer profession-Swordsman.
Although the imbalance in the numbers caused the ratio of classes to be out of balance, everything was nothing in front of the " hand speed " that could break the Guinness Book of Records.
In the world of martial arts, speed was the only thing that could not be broken!
However, who could tell Lin Yan who this " newbie " who had suddenly appeared in front of her and used her ID to act like a demon and fool was? And he was still pestering her to be his disciple?
He even…confessed?
Little miss, although I'm playing a male character, I'm a girl!
A certain "young lady" was speechless.
[Three-Dimensional World Introduction]:
A kidnapping case eleven years ago changed the fate of three children.
Lin Yan lost his arms, Lu Xingye lost himself, and Lu Chenyu became someone else.
In the blink of an eye, the little princess of the Lin family had grown to 18 years old. In order to avoid the engagement party, she had no choice but to run away from home and disguise herself as a man to hide in a boys 'school.
Who knew that on the first day of school, she would meet her fiancé in name, Lu Xingye?
Thus, the gears of fate began to turn again the moment the princess escaped.
Dear little Ida
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