Wei Shen: "Have you ever been crushed to death by a motorcycle falling off a rooftop? ... I have!"
Gu Cun: "Have you ever been headshot by an iron-sight AWM from a thousand meters away? ... I've been headshot five times in a row! They couldn't even get me back up!"
Little Lion: "Bluehole, I want to report Qiu Shen! This guy's cheating! His crossbow bolts turn corners... I was speeding at full throttle on my motorcycle, and he headshot me with a crossbow from two hundred meters away!"
Chen Qiu grips a crossbow, carries an AWM on his back, and hangs grenades from his waist. With his shiny bald head, he surveys the ground littered with loot crates and roars, "Who else?!"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
One day, with the knife in hand, I will slaughter all the broken dogs in the world.
There's something wrong with your name. It's obviously about eating chicken, but the name is about survival in the wild.
Seven pairs of dragons, all of the same color, with flowers on the bars.
"Xiu'er, is it you? Come here, bring me the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, give Xiu'er a middle parting, use the Fangtian Painting Halberd to peel an apple, and then pass the national jade seal to Xiu'er, and I will personally smash a walnut for Xiu'er!"