"Well, it seems that Newton's coffin board can no longer hold it down."
Looking at the husky in front of him who had mechanically ascended and was covered in mechanical prosthetics, Gu Linan shook his head and sighed, putting away the [Attribute Panel] on the retina of his prosthetic eye.
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Under the neon lights in District 11, a silver-clad alloy mechanical pterosaur soars between high-rise buildings.
On the cloud top of the giant valley on the desolate border, Kunpeng, covered in rust and scraps of iron, spread his wings and surged.
In the Silicon Valley of the Moon above the abyss, the huge holographic Ruilin roared throughout the world.
In this world where mechanical prosthetics are rampant and neon lights are dazzling, who can step by step overthrow the already planned life and reshape the rules of the new world?
Reader comments
It's still alive, let me jump next
The skin-changing novel is just a beast-control novel
It's still alive, let me jump next
The skin-changing novel is just a beast-control novel