
You Don't Want to Be a Speed Passer or a Master of Martial Arts, but You Only Play Props Competition?
by Uncle Tai
About This Novel
Void creatures called skeleton beasts suddenly arrived, and the population shrank sharply, ushering in an era of national awakening. Xia Chuan traveled through time and awakened to his vocation [Master of the Workshop of All Realms]. He thought it was a daily vocation that could only process and make some small props, until one day, he looked at the pile of ingredients in front of him that could increase his attribute values after processing and fell into deep thought. Looking at the Yan Mo Knife in his hand, which was made from a utility knife, and the Unit 1 behind him, which was made from a remote control toy, Xia Chuan suddenly understood what real fun is! "No output skills? Sorry, I am the master of the prop competition."... In the skeleton beast's lair, when the ultimate beast king tried his best and finally broke through the AT field of the No. 1 Unit, a man walked out of the cockpit. "Congratulations on passing my prop test. Next, you will have the opportunity to fight me hand-to-hand. I wonder if you can block my explosive punch?"
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Official(3)Scraped 22d ago
The conversation with Catwoman was really too dissuasive. Even though the plot was quite interesting, I couldn't stand it anymore. It was just the dirty talk and pornographic jokes from the last century, which made my scalp numb.
I am here to read about daily eunuch love affairs, cheating battles, designs and inventions, and whimsical ideas, not daily life. Your daily life accounts for 70%, fighting 10%, and 20% provocation and pretense.
Everything else is pretty good, but every time I write about a woman, the protagonist becomes particularly greasy.
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Official(3)Scraped 22d ago
The conversation with Catwoman was really too dissuasive. Even though the plot was quite interesting, I couldn't stand it anymore. It was just the dirty talk and pornographic jokes from the last century, which made my scalp numb.
I am here to read about daily eunuch love affairs, cheating battles, designs and inventions, and whimsical ideas, not daily life. Your daily life accounts for 70%, fighting 10%, and 20% provocation and pretense.
Everything else is pretty good, but every time I write about a woman, the protagonist becomes particularly greasy.









