The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

Xier pressed her fair cheeks to the man's hard body, and stared at Ye You admiringly.

"What kind of power does Xier mean?"

Bronya laughed.

Although Xier and Xier are the best sisters, there is one thing she still cares about.

It was a light rainy afternoon, and Bronya, who had returned from vacation early, heard a strange sound coming from the empty Valkyrie dormitory.

Bronya, who was in a state of combat readiness, sneaked in, only to find that Xier and Ye You were doing shameful things.

Bronya never knew that Xier, who was like a bird, could be so unrestrained.

At that time, Ye You also discovered Bronya, but ignored her.

After exercising, the three of them ate and chatted casually.

It's just that every night, Bronya will go to the corner to listen to,

Finally, on the fifth sunny morning, Bronya was bound by Seer, whose eyes shone with red light, and half pushed into the battlefield.

So, if there is a chance, Bronya will make fun of Xier in front of Ye You. It is a revenge for the "day".

Hearing Bronya's words at this moment, Xier shyly looked away. Indeed, Brother Ye You has even more powerful ones, which makes her unable to stop and lose her mind every time.

Now Xier, began to pay special attention to physical practice.

That is to enhance the charm of the figure, but also increase the patience.

"Sister Bronya, don't make fun of Xier..."

Xi'er buried her head in Ye You's chest like an ostrich.

【drop! 】

【The time traveler joins the chat room】

At this time, a long-lost prompt sounded in the chat room.

Hey, is it Xiaomeiyan?

At the same time, at the moment of connecting to Xiaomeiyan's world, Ye You's Void branches spread along the interior of the chat room to the dimension where she was.

Although Qiong said no with a bitter face, the chat room was forcefully entered by Ye You and turned into his shape.

From now on, every time you connect to a world, Ye You will become stronger.

Today's Ye You can project the Void Tree in various dimensions, like a **** coming to dust.

"Chiba's Fallen Saint Black Cat: Hey, finally a newcomer has joined. It feels like I haven't had a new partner for a long time."

"[]: Welcome, welcome, can newcomers wear women's clothes?"

"Dr. Roman: Is there a possibility that the newcomer is a woman?"

"Xue: Hey, the doctor is so pitiful. Now everyone is a woman."

"Ikari's husband: What do you say?"

"It's not a waste angel: he knows that the virtual idol he has always regarded as spiritual support, Magical Girl☆Merry, is actually a man."

"Rimuru: The collapse of faith is indeed quite serious."

"Monster idler: I just checked Dr. Roman's file browsing records, "Biological Organ Transplantation", "Nerve Reconstruction", "Artificial Womb", emmm..."

"Kato Megumi: Why can Shizuo read other people's browsing records?"

"Kaguya: Traditional arts, don't worry about it."

"Kikyo: Isn't it time to welcome newcomers? Why are you digressing again?"

"The Son of Heaven: This... is also a traditional art?"

"Seventeen forever: who are you, Xiaomeiyan?"

"Time Traveler: ??"

"Timewalker: Why do you know my name?"

"Seventeen forever: I have an anime here called "Magic Girl Madoka", you can watch it."

"Naoba: Ahhh, I know, I know! Cupid is really abominable!"

"Nanoha: @Timewalker, Homura-chan, how long is it until the Witch's Night. I can help. By the way, I'm also a magical girl."

"Time Traveler: Eh?"

The girl with twisted ponytails wearing glasses was quite at a loss, staring blankly at the phone...

The development of chat rooms and the stories between dimensions will never end.

Concluding remarks

Honestly, it's a very sad feeling. Typing down those four words, it was as if something was missing...

But after struggling for a few months, I decided to finish it.

Probably get scolded.

But let me quibble about it: it's not really a bad tail, it's just that the tail can't be dropped.

It seems that some of the pits have not been filled, but in fact there are too many "lines", which are scattered and cannot be recovered.

There is one more line (pit) for each person in the chat room, so almost no more people are added in the back.

In fact, these problems can be solved, and the solution has been thought out before opening the book. After all, there have been several experiences.

but-

Halfway through, I suddenly wanted to write about the harem. At first, I thought it would be okay to change my mind a little bit, but as I wrote it, I realized that I was too naive. It was really difficult to grasp the "chat room plot" and "slowly with the heroine." Improve the balance of feelings".

As a result, the more I wrote, the more biased it became, and I couldn't even receive the "line".

Although I can continue to write... but it has completely deviated from the main body and has nothing to do with the title of this book.

And if you want to recycle the "line"... without a few million words, it can't be perfect.

But I am eager to add some new characters, and these new characters will bring more lines and get endless pits. Therefore, long pain is not as short as short pain. (Mainly because I want to write about other wives too much. Hatsune Miku, Paqiuri, Shana, Icarus...etc.)

Yes, I found that there is no limit to lsp. The more I write comprehensive comics, the more I realize that if I can't enjoy the works myself, how can readers be happy?

Of course, I won't be completely self-confident, I will make adjustments based on votes, comments and follow-up.

After this book, I wrote it very painfully, and at the same time, almost no one voted, and there was no subscription, which is already very telling.

I didn't get up on my own, and I didn't get most of my readers up, so I apologize for showing my belly here.

Even so, I still have expectations for this book, and I still insist on reading it. I take off my shirt and apologize.

However, although this book is over, the story of the chat room will not end, and everyone can imagine a better future.

I hope that the next book will be able to reach a higher level and bring you and yourself a satisfying story.