
Douluo: Spicy Pills! Qian Renxue Simulator is Addictive
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Traveling through Douluo Continent, awakening the useless martial soul sickle, innate soul power level 2.5 Zhang Yuan expressed that he only wanted to be an ordinary soul master and simply an elegant person. "Well, punching Tang San and stepping on Tang Hao are ordinary spirit masters, right?" So say the noble people. "My name is Qian Renxue, I am the young master of the Martial Spirit Hall, the awakener of the Seraphim Martial Spirit, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire, and the future Angel God. Being born as the most proud person in the world, I thought my life would be smooth sailing. He can punch the Tiandou Empire, step on the Star Luo Empire, and destroy the Haotian Sect with a wave of his hand. But I never thought that I would end up with a broken status, a disgusting person, and could only live an ignoble existence under the "grace" of the Tang Shenwang. That day, I accidentally got a simulator. No matter how I simulated it, I couldn't get rid of the ending of my god being shattered. Until I discovered that no matter which simulation, a person named Zhang Yuan achieved the status of god, I felt something was wrong and started to pay attention to this boy. " Zhang Yuan looked at the blond beauty who came to his door and suddenly felt that he had picked up the wrong script. "No, is this Qian Renxue reborn?" "No, just leave. I've hidden here, can you still find me?" I was speechless when I looked at the beautiful blond girl who came to my door. "I originally just wanted to lie down and become an ordinary soul master!" "I originally just wanted to lie down and become an ordinary god!" "On that day, I met him\u002Fher." Zhang Yuan and Qian Renxue said in unison.
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Official(1)Scraped 4d ago
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Official(1)Scraped 4d ago
Update it quickly, why haven't you updated it yet? If so, please tell me.









