Help, I'm dressed like an interstellar big shot.
Crossing the galaxy, a scumbag brought a mistress to his door.
He thought that he was a good-for-nothing, but in the end, the Host's alternate identities came one by one.
She even forced herself to marry a husband?
Scene 1:" Actually, I'm not your sister." After saying that, he looked at his sister seriously.
Her sister gave her a hard slap on the head.
Third Brother smacked her head.
Her father gave her a heads-up.
Her mother smacked her on the head.
Big Brother wants her to produce evidence
Scene 2: Let Go amp;amp;amp;quot;
She hugged a man's thigh and said," I won't let go, I won't let go. I don't want to. If you dare to despise me, hmph, I'll call you molestation." amp;amp;amp;quot;
&" Go to the doctor and wake up." amp;amp;amp;quot;
&" Let me tell you, I'm very sober. You're not allowed to leave until you register your marriage with me today." amp;amp;amp;quot;
The System said,[Host, wake up. We still have to brave the world and the sea of stars. Men will affect the speed at which you draw your sword. Wake up. We can raise fish, but don't let them take you away.]
Don't want to hear the snow
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