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Xiao Cong feels that any place in his family's Shangxian would be good. He's handsome, he's cool, he's good at cooking, he's good at cooking.
There's nothing wrong with that. That's probably because Shangxian has a harmless little hobby - he likes to lose his memory when he has nothing to do.
It doesn't matter if he loses his memory for the first time, since he just met him anyway.
The second time I lost my memory, it was time to test love. He wanted his family's immortal to see his steadfastness!
The third time I lost my memory, well... Who doesn't have a little hobby? Of course I chose to forgive him.
The fourth amnesia, haha... How dare you play with amnesia in the last days? Don't you know who I am? Then I will let you get to know each other well.
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In Copenheimer City, Chu Wugui knew that he was not a good person. But bad guys generally live longer, and that's enough. It is not easy to live in this world. You can be rich and glorious while you are alive. Who cares which level of hell you go to after death? You are already in hell when you are alive.
He expected to fail, but he didn't expect to fail in such a way when he was only one step away from success.
The silly kid who had been following him was gone too.
Chu Wugui, who was stripped of his superpowers and had his hands and feet cut off, was thrown into the endless darkness on the third level of Copenheimer City.
All kinds of dark creatures smell the blood and move upon hearing the wind.
When almost half of his body was eaten away by the pangolin beast, Chu Wujiu met someone.
The man, dressed in ancient costume, saved him but ignored him.
"Hey, who are you?"
Shangxian attack
You may not believe it, but this is a modern apocalyptic novel. I am finally writing about the apocalypse.
Cookies + small glass ballast + cookies
This routine is full of bloodshed. The immortal will lose his memory. If he loses his memory again, please enter with caution.
The author has a weak heart... Crying...
New articles I plan to write in the future:
"Isn't the cobra a baby?"
The unlucky little gangster was stoned to death when he was a member of the public. Xiao Wang, who suffered from facial nerve paralysis, who often invited him to drink tea at the police station, reluctantly took him back for adoption. Every day I live on the verge of being boiled or stewed.