Awakening of India - 1947 - Chapter 123 - 116: Conference of Sovereign Nations (CSN)

One day, when she was bored, Qingyun edited the scenes of herself marrying different heroines in various lines while playing fan games.

Who would have thought that it would then travel through, and the video appeared all over the world!

Game Hinata: Qingyun-kun, please take care of me in the future…

Hinata: ?G? So I-I will marry Qingyun-kun!

By the way, I mixed the original movie version of Naruto who was kissed by the ghouls several times by the villain.

Everyone: It turns out that Naruto likes the big sister.

Naruto: No, I’m not, I don’t…

besides.

Game Fireworks: Lord Husband, give me some advice for the rest of my life!

Hyuga Sunzu: Boy, you are not satisfied with marrying Hinata, yet you still…

At this time, the video showed Qingyun and Madara dancing, splitting the mountains and the ground, and transforming the map.

There is also Hinata Fireworks, and the sisters join forces to split the moon.

Hizu: … You know, the marriage contract of Hana is destined in the future, please respect the future.

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