BlackSouls+The Fourth Natural Disaster+Purchase all pictures for zero yuan+Abstract old fried dough sticks+Collect all Shura Fields
Ron woke up.
People are in the dungeon, and there is a small fire at the beginning.
An indescribable blackened fairy tale, a distorted monster full of malice, and a desperate plot killing with three values returning to zero at every turn.
When normal people come here, it is a mercy to die with no body intact.
But Ron was different.
He is a hardcore soul type veteran.
"Cthulhu is indescribable? That's because you didn't give it a health bar."
"Kill numerical monsters in the plot? That's because you don't know how to do a pedicure on a door frame!"
With a master key in one hand and 99 rat souls in his pocket, he can quickly reach 170 overtaking speeds.
Skipping classes, getting pedicures, King Qin circling the pillars, backstabbing while reading files...
The pure Saint Joan of Arc originally only wanted to save this immortal man, but was deceived into becoming an accomplice of zero-dollar shopping, helping to keep tabs on him every day;
The black-bellied, green-haired cicada-winged palm girl Liyev, with her jagged fangs, was taken care of by hundreds of thousands of giant souls on the spot, paralyzed and arrogant in the palm of her hand;
Dorothy, the cold and arrogant royal sister who is a powerful magician, is hard-spoken but soft-hearted. She was shocked by the hard-core wheelchair-linked fighting method and her heart was in chaos.
"Brother, please save us..."
"What do you mean, help? Stand back and watch—"
Facing the tyrannical golden-haired Demon Girl sitting in a high tower, Ron held the saint in one hand, held the goblin in his pocket, and arrogantly pulled out the thunder-enchanted sword:
"I heard that this continent is under the control of the Five Demon Queens?
Sorry, now I can buy it here for zero yuan! "
