
Doomsday Reincarnation
末日轮回者
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 339k Words
- Genre
- Sci-Fi
- Audience
- Male
- Subgenre
- Time Travel
- Updated
- 8y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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139Chapters
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Come visit us with your book "Original Origin of the Apocalypse"! A different apocalypse, but the same excitement!
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This style of painting suddenly changed. . .
How can you be sure that these big guys are ready to repay the protagonist instead of directly killing the protagonist? . . .
What the hell is this chapter? . . Didn't understand. . .
Probably revised from the previous chapters.
After reading Chapter 7, I don't understand at all what it means to fight a wolf. Too vague.
Dirty, dirty, Thumbelina touches the upper body to improve the efficiency of practice, does the lower body increase pleasure?
I started watching again, but I found that the protagonist really likes to hit walls, doors, and stone walls.
I started watching again, but I found that the protagonist really likes to hit walls, doors, and stone walls.
Passing by, burning paper, lighting wax, and lighting incense, but nothing happened. I drank wine, paid tribute, set off cannons, and smashed monuments, but there was no response. Digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, and having no temper. Setting up the table, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, and no deceitful corpses. Set fire, burn the body, crush the bones, raise the ashes, and try again. A straw man, a wooden sword, a magic bell, reciting a mantra, and then summoning the soul. Wail, beat the ground, cry bitterly, shed tears... The author is dead, and the poor man has no way to save himself.