No More Hiding: I Have a Gold Mine for Digging Up Money
不装了：我有一个挖钱金矿
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 525k Words
- Genre
- Urban Romance
- Subgenre
- Urban Superpowers
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
258Chapters
7.8MReads
9.4kFlowers
10.0Score
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I want to know how the protagonist kicks someone more than ten meters away. And it still hasn't undergone system transformation. A master basketball prop card can't increase your strength that much. And isn't this prop card just for giving you basketball skills? And do you know how far is ten meters? Even if you are strong enough, you can kick someone up to four or five meters away, and it's the kind of thing that rolls you around. Is the author's IQ online? I'm really worried about the author's IQ.
The author should make a system to refresh your mind. Have you never seen a woman? I treat you like that in the bank. You are so mean. I'm afraid I will become cerebral palsy like you after reading this.
Do you know how expensive a ten-pound Oron is? You can eat two 10-pound Australian dragons and so much seafood for only 3,500 yuan. Is your money valuable or our money not valuable?
One look and you can tell that the author is a loser and mentally retarded! Daydreaming all day
As soon as I wrote about rewarding anchors, I didn't want to read it.
Um, Daniel, four to five million? Mavericks one or two million?
Buying a house, pretending to be a comparison, getting slapped in the face, selling on the Internet, I'm tired of seeing it
What a terrible, mindless piece of writing.
How to say it? Nice idea. It would be a bit silly not to write it down! The more I look at it, the worse I feel. Congested. . . . .
Everyone just follows the trend, so what are you writing about? They only write about the nouveau riche.