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My Days in Primitive Society
I just came out to collect medicine, you stinky fish wouldn't have photographed me into a primitive society... God's envoy, God's envoy, there is no salt in the tribe... A certain divine envoy: Wait, I'll find it God's Envoy, God's Envoy, the tribe's equipment is so poor. A certain divine envoy: Wait, I will create it God's envoy, God's envoy, someone is calling A certain divine envoy: Wait, I'll fight A certain divine envoy: I have done all the work, what are you doing? . . . . Crowd: 666666
1.1MPopularity1.2kReaders8.9Rating
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Traveling Through Primitive Society, Rubbing a Small Flame with Your Hands at the Beginning
A clear blue sky and lush forests. The unlucky Song Xuan fell from the plane into the battlefield between two groups of savages. Looking at the stone axes, wooden sticks, and tiger skins in front of him, Song Xuan couldn't help but rub his forehead: "Where on earth have I come?" Fighting, fleeing, and food crises ensued. "God's Envoy! God's Envoy! God's Envoy!" The great Song Dynasty envoy embarked on the road to becoming a king.
38kPopularity1.2kReaders8.6Rating