A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating - Chapter 63: I managed not to raise my arm to give her a slap

This is a world where science and magic coexist.

Some people here seek powerful magic, and some seek eternal truth.

A science tyrant who came from another world, started as a little librarian, with magic in his left hand and truth in his right, kicking the door of the new century with one kick.

Some people call him the forerunner of magic, some say he is the founder of science.

Some people describe him that way.

In the new century, Blair is a symbol of evil.

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“Mr. Lei, rumor has it that you have a crush on me?”

With a cold icy face, the man ignored her question and continued reading his documents. He later decided to explain himself, “I swear to God I want nothing to do with you! The b*stard who spread the rumor is a dog!”

Snap! Suddenly, a pencil snapped in his hands while their eyes meet. The surrounding seemed to have frozen.

A few moments passed…

“Grrr woof!” Lei Xiao barked…

Above the sky, a kilometer-long giant fish flew over the city, ignoring the bombardment of missiles.

In Australia, a kilometer-long world-destroying python destroyed cities, devouring millions of people, and slowly left under the explosion of several nuclear bombs.

Coming to this dangerous world, Jack Clark, who unexpectedly obtained a salamander clone, was a little confused.

What could he do with a palm-sized hexagonal salamander? Make videos to earn money? Catch shrimps in a stream? Or... make it evolve into a giant beast?

A hexagonal salamander, also known as a hexagonal dragon, with unlimited evolutionary abilities, gradually evolved into a mythical world-destroying beast. From a hundred meters long, it turned kilometers and tens of thousands of meters long...

And under the synchronized strengthening, Jack Clark's original body also grew stronger, with increasing strength and speed, and even...

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