It’s very tiring to dress up as a woman, it’s even more tiring to pretend to be a beauty, and it’s even more tiring to pretend to be a woman with both temperament and appearance like a saint.

If Ye Mingyu does not have the protagonist's halo, he will be exposed.

Only in this emergency moment can the garbage system give me a little comfort.

"It's different from what I imagined. It's covered in dust for so long, but there's not even a little dust. What's the information? What about the information?"

Ye Mingyu looked at this place called "Information Room" dumbly.

You're right.

He is not Lu Xiaoxi, and he will not be able to find a place.

However, in such a huge room.

There are only empty bookshelfs standing beside the four walls, no computers, nor data storage, and there is only a table in the center.

Below the table is a thick stack of notebooks.

On the table, the same model of black business notes are closed, and a pen is placed next to it.

There is no one else in the information room to enter, which means that these things are all from the 19th generation of saints.

Ye Mingyu walked to the table, opened the notebook on the table, and saw elegant handwriting.

"Is it a diary? It seems that the saint is not a serious person either."

Peeping at other people's privacy.

Such bad things do not conform to the style of Ye Mingyu’s five good young people.

So he just read it roughly.

After all, as an ordinary person in the Blue Empire, he was still curious about the private life of the great saint.

"In May 2046, I went to see him again, looked at his side face in a daze, and missed the little time they were together..."

Ye Mingyu quickly closed.

Wait, is it him? A man?

Could it be that the 19th generation of saints have reached the age of estrus?

Turn it on again.

"In July 2046, the relationship can no longer be curbed. Enough, I really have enough, this kind of life when I can't see him..."

Close!

Ye Mingyu's face is very smelly.

Just open a diary...

Oh, the sour smell of love!

"Damn it, tell me! What am I doing wrong? Why do you show me this?"

The nineteenth generation of saints of the Canglan Empire are of high status and powerfulness, and have talents comparable to those of the first generation!

"Flower of the Empire", "Silver-white angel", "Nature's favored man", possesses countless titles and is admired by countless ordinary people. With a single command, he can command the thousands of troops of the Blue Empire.

Such a magnificent person actually thinks about spring in his diary!

Huh?

strangeness?
Chapter completed!