I Kill Demons in North America

The protagonist's money feels like a mission prop, and it doesn't improve his life or equipment at all, nor does he hire some workers to help him collect things, collect dew, etc. Can the author improve this aspect?

Why are disposable talisman papers now awarded, and why can't the skill of drawing talisman be rewarded? The compass has also been upgraded. It can't even point to the nearest monster. It's too bad.

Collect the old books and concentrate on writing this one. There are many supernatural stories in North America that can be written.

Just bang, bang, bang. It's really boring to write about losing blood and health all the time. The protagonist can only be pressed on the bed by a woman.

The original owner is dead, why are you still living here?

If only I were a succubus in North America

This story was written in that book before

Good guy, 3 opens, really awesome, it seems that the old book is ready to finish

The author, you probably like this girl, right?

It's quite hot, but it's a pity that it's not hot enough. The female ghost is so good, neither of them are on. Now that you have finished the whole job, let's start the small electric motor and think of the ancient gods who wielded guns to defeat demons and killed countless demons and ghosts with chickens. How majestic it was!

Isn't it well written? Why did you enter the palace?

I feel it is better than the previous book. I read the back part of the book because it was too limited in China. However, after looking at it, I found that Taoist temples have appeared again. It is not possible to open another Taoist temple. The previous book is well written, and it will not be the same as the previous book. Originally, I was the only one who ended up teaching a bunch of people to practice...

I suggest the author stop calling me "Eastern Pastor" or "Eastern Pastor"! In fact, Taoist priests should be called mages (Western fantasy magicians, wizards). I know that in the so-called spiritual world in China, a mage generally refers to a monk. The author may have decided to be a priest out of such considerations. However, if a monk worships Buddha, the world will be united. Taoist priests can worship the ancestors, but they are more like Western magicians and wizards!

Author, are you ready to pick up the knife?

? ? ? ? ? What's going on? ⊙_⊙Where is the author?

I'm still waiting for Ma Xiaoling. Is this all?

Has anyone tasted it by Shennong? What does it taste like?

Entering the palace? ? I still have the ones I'm about to read.

I have to say it's very well written, so I subscribed.

I've ordered it all, and I can watch it. The writing needs to be good, and the plot needs to be good (all of them are included), which really made me lose my ability. But there are often typos at the end. If I hadn't understood SeSe, I would have easily misread it.

Is it Yufengxing's Shushan online? I miss you so much

"A boy from this world, a cruel dark corpse king appeared in the elf world. He sat on a luxurious toilet made of gold. He often robbed the elves on the way and asked them: Do you think I look like a human being? If the answer is yes, he will sit back on the toilet with satisfaction. If If you answer no, he will become furious and send out his minions to destroy everything. The beautiful elven world is suffering from a great crisis. Please sign a contract with us and become an invincible warrior to resist the Dark Corpse Emperor! " A cute blue bird-shaped elf in the subspace shouted. "I will give you love and tolerance!" A brown and green fat little elf said, blinking his mung bean eyes. "I will give you courage and strength!" A red elf with two horns on his head said, waving his cute little sword. "I will give you happiness and patience!" A purple elf said, swinging his crab hands and tentacles. "And I will give you wisdom and magic!" The cute blue bird-shaped elf stretched out his colorful wings and said. "Who do you want to choose for the contract?" "As a child, I can't tell, I want to try them one by one!" The bald boy said eagerly. As a result, the bald boy named Walkerma von Hindenstein gained unparalleled piety and power. His love was so strong that he claimed to be the spiritual descendant of the God-Emperor and a living saint. He even made up rumors that he was a descendant of the God-Emperor's illegitimate son... His courage was so strong that he would ride into the battlefield in a chariot, shouting spells while wielding a hammer to kill any dirty scum who dared to touch his luxurious carriage with dirty hands. His happiness is so simple. Apart from whipping himself every day, you don't know what he did to the statue of the God Emperor while hiding in his room... His wisdom is so outstanding. He reads ancient scrolls and scripture files in the Imperial Library every day, and from the treasure house of forbidden knowledge, he understands a great truth: justice will defeat evil, otherwise it will be defeated by evil. "After so many years, what is your choice?" The four elves asked in the dark. "Only children make choices, and I, the greatest gentleman in the empire, the invincible pastor, the light of civilization, the holy Archbishop Walkerma, want them all!" The bald middle-aged man stretched out his big hand and shook it tightly. As a result, his body turned into a skeleton, and he was forced to put on the Bone King's armor and the crown of witchcraft. He cut off his right hand and forcibly attached it to a bone melon. His body was repeatedly pierced inside and outside by the black tentacles ejected until it was completely wrapped. Became Nagash, the Corpse King. "What a greedy guy. I've run out of ideas. Let's find the next person to seduce." The four elves named Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch discussed this. "Young man from this world, a cruel dark corpse king has appeared in the elf world..." Before the cute blue bird-shaped elf finished speaking, the bard who was stopped said: "Lovely elf, do you think I look like a human being?" "Um... You do!" The bird-shaped elf seemed to have a strange association and replied tremblingly. "The answer is correct! Have you heard of Cathay? I have a long narrative poem of 600,000 words. Please give me some time and listen to my details."

Monthly tickets are given, hurry up next month

"I have played with guns on the throne of Khorne, drank soup at the cauldron of Nurgle, shared spoils in the house of Tzeentch, and sold songs in front of Slaanesh's bed! This is me, the founder of the empire! The slayer of orcs! The resister of demons, the emperor of mankind, Sigmar!" Sigmar introduced himself to the banquet with his warhammer, and by the way told all the guests how bad he was. "Fellow prophets, who can tell me the future destiny of the human empire! Can it suppress all races and be glorious forever?" The muscular man asked arrogantly. The prophet of Ulric the White Wolf came out first and said: "I see that the future of the empire will be filled with bald priests. They have scriptures in one hand and hammers in the other. They chant the name of Sigmar and brutally surround and suppress Ulric believers. After the civil war, the empire was destroyed." "Heresy! As a devout believer in Ulric, I don't believe your sowing discord!" Sigma was furious and smashed the White Wolf Prophet's head with a hammer. The Great Necromancer stood up again and said: "I saw countless warriors fighting with muskets and giant swords. Soldiers were cut down, priests were bewitched, and the empire was destroyed. Only the world of undead and bones will last forever." "Bastard! Humans will never accept a dead world!" Sigma smashed the bones of the Necromancer with another hammer. The rat prophet took a step forward, and the green crystal ball in his hand projected a picture of the bliss of the world: humans and rats coexist harmoniously, and the future will be prosperous; they provoke wars and sell military disasters, but criticize normal trade; they eat chicken and shoot each other in American style, but they are called They love life; their hands are full of blood, but they claim that they are the victims; they party together on the island, but claim to be human role models who take care of Luo Li... "This future seems pretty good. How can we realize it?" The big golden man asked humbly. "We lie, we cheat, we steal, and we have a course to teach these. With such continuous exploration and progress, the glory of the human empire will surely be realized." "What a wonderful future, I really want to see it with my own eyes." Sigma sighed happily. "Yes, when the empire is about to be destroyed and the last emperor, Karl Franz, dies in battle, you can be resurrected in his body and experience it all for yourself."

It has been added to the collection. It has great ideas and the author's writing is very good. This book title makes people want to click on it. I visited with my work "The Witcher Begins in America". Thank you!

The females inside all have strong tmx desires

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down😁