[Doomsday + Rebirth + Cool Articles + Invincibility + Decisive Killing + Bad Master + Black Technology] They not only killed me, but also fed me to the zombie tide. After I came back from rebirth, they thought I was still the same ant who could be bullied at will. They don't know that my back door has become the only trade route between the two worlds, and I am the only master of the plane.
My product list:
Package A: A box of Master Kong's braised beef noodles, in exchange for your sect's mountain-protecting sword array blueprint.
Package B: One hundred penicillins will buy your family ten years of cultivation.
Package C: A retired J-10 fighter jet, the price is negotiable, and only charges a thousand yuan.
My ex-girlfriend's shelter was depleted of ammunition and food, so she knelt down and begged me for a deal.
I smiled and lit a cigarette: "Okay, I'll trade it with your life."
I'm not here for revenge.
I'm just here to announce that from today on, the pricing power of the doomsday belongs to me!
