Bank Of The Universe - Chapter 556 - I Think I Can!

Free Life Fantasy Online… a.k.a. FLFO.

Tsukishiro Kotone receives this game as gift from her little sister and starts playing.

The character’s race she has selected was… one of “Inhuman” races for enthusiasts.

A race said to be bad even among Inhuman races that are known to be difficult – a Zombie.

Comprehensive martial arts world, Kyushu continent.

Eight great dynasties stand in great numbers, and countless small countries coexist.

Ximen Wudi, who came through, activated the god-level sign-in system.

Signed in for a period of time in a low-key manner, and created the mysterious and little-known Qinglong Club in the arena.

Wherever there are people, there are traces of the Blue Dragon Society.

Until this day, the Heavenly Dao Golden List came to the world…

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“Serial killers? Ancient Martial Artists? Swordmasters? I don’t give a rat’s *ss who you are! All will bow before me!”

Five years ago, his family was wiped off the face of this Earth, and the useless Ye Chen was looked down upon like an earthworm crawling on the floor. However, five years have passed, and he has mysteriously returned with a head full of earth-shattering abilities.

What is even more terrifying is that he is now backed by the strength of a hundred ancient elder spirits!

With all of that in his grasp, Ye Chen has returned not to reminiscence, but to exact revenge on all of those who have wronged him, especially the mysterious Man.

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The Divine Urban Physician

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