MTL - Nine Yang Sword Saint - ~ 1087: The 2nd Battle of the World is open! Haixin home!

As a game streamer in the non-human romance game community, Lin Qianxuan always thought that playing this type of game was just a work requirement, and his sexual orientation had always been quite normal.Until he received a mysterious recommendation from an online friend to play a game called “String of Destiny,” an AI dialogue game.Not long after connecting with various beautiful non-human women, Lin Qianxuan stated, “I have long said I am not interested in normal human women.”Netizens: we know humans have various sexual orientations, but we still suggest that the streamer should go to the doctor.

Qin Qing played a game and suddenly traveled to the world of Greek mythology and became Apollo, the God of light.

At this time, he discovered that the treasure chest system in the game had also traveled over.

Looking at the densely packed light spots on the map plate, he couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

Um, Athena, don’t get me wrong, I’m just here to get a treasure chest. I didn’t break into your bedroom on purpose.

Zeus, please move your butt. My god-level treasure chest is under your throne.

Here, why is the super god treasure chest in Tartarus?

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