Maybe It's the Right One~~

This is a real game that transcends dimensions. It is a fierce competition in the world, a magnificent epic myth, a bizarre and tortuous fantasy of another world, and the players are fierce! (Verification group 799607962, enter the group and send full order screenshots to join the V group 340663859)

The long night has come, and the blood moon is in the sky. Hoarse whispers flowed on the street corners, and brass steam engines spewed blood mist. Your brain is singing, your eyes are singing. The skin is chapped and the granulations are raised. In the gray mist, the wall of flesh and blood that swallowed thousands of corpses howled all day long - "Don't cry, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." The lonely Gou Planner, the number one player, the savior of the foggy continent, the head of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve Righteous Gods, the King of the Pioneers, the "Justice", the gatekeeper of the fourth natural disaster, the uncrowned god, the great Annan kindly advised. ------There are many completed works with more than one million words, and the credibility is guaranteed. Player 1 Group Frozen Water Port: 641732671

This is a game beyond dimensions. It is also a race for truth. The unknown seal, the gamble between ghosts and gods... The struggle of data, the redemption of mankind... In that virtual world connected to reality - consciousness determines us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness determines our consciousness. Now, throw away your fear. Get rid of your selfish thoughts, doubts and rejections... Free your mind. Welcome to the horror paradise. The physical book of "Thriller Paradise" is now availableㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will backhand you with an antimatter energy annihilation cannon. The story of a magically incompetent black dragon causing trouble in a different world.

Reborn as a cell, carrying the power of the prison code, he came to the parallel world where the ancient one had awakened. Steam civilization, frightening space, the old king of eternal night, and the strange demon outside the city. The door of destiny has been opened - Crusaders, libraries, control, machinery, and occultism will serve as new growth systems for human development. The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage! The brave knights gallop through the world ruled by the ancient king and regain the freedom that belongs to mankind. Ps: Ordinary group 1 is 437125775 (a few places) Ordinary group 2 is 1020207022 (full) Ordinary group 3 is 755073118 (a lot of places) Please enter the ordinary group and read the group announcement to join the V group through single password management.

The new book "This Northern Song Dynasty is a Little Weird" has been uploaded. I plan to write a lighter and more funny historical article about magical transformation.

Suffering from atypical schizophrenia, Mo Tan said he was under great pressure. And a game called [Innocence Zone] is a good place for him to relieve stress. Chaotic and neutral, he is frivolous and willful, and is the source and author of countless uncontrollable events. Lawful and good, he is tenacious and righteous, and is the most just knight and judge in the eyes of others. Absolutely neutral, he is humble and lacks motivation. He is the reflection and parallel of every ordinary soul. Chaotic and evil, he is crazy, cruel and cold. He is a devil and a deceiver who can only be gentle to himself. "Tan Mo is the most outstanding bard I have ever seen, although he is a bit... Hard to see through." -- Countess Lesa "Mo is a gentleman of noble character! Even if I have only met him once, I know that anyone can leave their back to him~" - Gwen, the owner of Rotten Rose "If you need an ideal neighbor, look no further than Black Van." - Alchemist Luna "Don't talk about that guy!"

All in all, it's been a long time, but worth the wait. Lin Nian waited for sixteen years, waiting for the call from the Kassel Gate, waiting for the absurd, passionate and indulgent youth.

The spiritual energy revives and the gods descend? Disasters continue and all lives are miserable? It's none of my business, I'm just a terminally ill patient who has been declared dead and has given up treatment. Carrying a broken body on the road to exorcise demons and slay immortals is not to protect the family and the country, but because the risk wages are too tempting, especially the pension... "The career system of this evil god has been condemned by God. Even if the early progress is smooth, the practitioner will kill himself in the end..." "Give me a set." "This tainted demon sword has backfired on the master and has eaten ninety-nine A life..." "Give me a pair of those man-eating demon helmets and soul-eating blood claws." "This potion is harmful to the sky and..." "Stop talking, just wrap it up for me!" But the question is, why do I dare to take on any high-risk mission, step on all the thunder, and do all the death, but I am still alive and kicking. [Congratulations, congratulations, being named the top ten heroes who moved the world...] "... Oh my God, the average survival time of this industry is three and a half years, three years and three years after another. I am almost an S-class hunter and the top ten heroes. How come I'm not dead yet. I just want to make an honorary sacrifice and cheat some pensions. Is it so difficult?! PS. I have four fine novels and 20,000 high-end Crazy Liches. The quality is guaranteed but I am used to being slow. I hope everyone likes it.

"When we climb over the mountain in front of us and reach the top of another mountain, we will see a vermilion temple with a big red snake as big as a water tank. The old man is coiled there, and it depends on which naughty boy is running around to eat him..." In the remote mountains, there are people whispering stories. Reading to the end, I laughed. "Aren't you afraid that I'll come to your door if you spread such rumors?" As the sound fell, the silent mountains suddenly sounded with the clang of gold and iron, and the red giant disappeared into the deep pool, leaving an old storybook on the shore. The unfolded pages of the storybook have turned slightly yellow, and there is a line of words written on it-- "There is a temple in Nanshan, where the Red Immortal sleeps. Its eyes are like golden fire, and its body is like red steel. With the wind and rain blowing, it shines brightly on the people. It is named Nanzhu."