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Many years later, Ke Songquan looked back and looked forward to his glorious life. And the thing that makes him most proud is marrying that ninth-level knight with a ponytail...

In Wuling Continent, there are roughly three types of hermits, one is a saint, one wants to pretend to be a saint, and the other is not a human at all...

After getting this system of "making you even more unlucky when you are unlucky", Fan Shu swelled because he found that he could do almost anything in heaven and on earth... Oh, except getting pregnant and giving birth to children, because he was a boy. So he decided to find a girl to collaborate on this matter...

In the morning, I discussed the remuneration for the medical documentary with Bian Que, at noon I discussed the martial arts action in the new play with Xiang Yu, and in the evening I had to drink with that old lunatic Li Bai. Not drinking? That won't work, he has a bad temper, and he won't write lyrics for the movie theme song unless he drinks. By the way... I have to teach him to ride a bicycle after drinking! Is this called a producer? Pooh! This is rubbish! Finally returning home, Liu Pei burst into tears when he opened the door and saw Diao Chan sleeping peacefully. "It's so hard for me!"

See how he sees through Bu Bu's conspiracy and navigates the city...

(Book Club: 76136310, Traditional Chinese has been published. Simplified Chinese, comics, games and other copyright owners are welcome to join forces.) Du Ang, who weighs 340 pounds and is known as the fattest master in the Canglong Continent, failed to advance to the Sword Master. His body died. A ray of soul was reborn back to the age of sixteen, and he became a second-level swordsman whose spiritual veins were cut off and unable to use Xuan Qi. However, the fat man now is completely different from before. With the vast amount of martial arts knowledge memorized in his mind and the combat experience accumulated over more than 170 years, Fatty started from scratch... What? The spiritual vein is severed? Strength too low? Is the enemy too arrogant? Go! Fatty, crush them to death!