Heaven Refining physique - Chapter 44: Second Duel II

Lu You is a blind man, but because of an earthquake, he traveled to the planet Osius three thousand years later.
The people on this planet are human beings. After the destruction of the earth, human beings migrated to the Fire vein galaxy,
In order to better adapt to the environment, human beings have been fused with adult and animal genes.
Females are all extinct because they cannot adapt to the alien environment.
The only ones left are the animal-shaped orcs who can transform, and the sub-orcs with reproductive functions.

Avoid thunderstorms:

This article insists on 1v1, no change of attack, no uncleanness.
In the future interstellar, there are armors, cute things, steamed stuffed buns, golden fingers, and bloody sprinkling from time to time.
ps: Future Interstellar, the full text is the author YY, a hodgepodge that cannot stand the test.

Content Tags: Romance of the Times, special liking, fantasy space, distant starry sky

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu You, Gnarris ┃ Supporting roles: Ilter, Essolt, etc. ┃ Others: orc, future, interstellar, warm, future, steamed stuffed bun

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Li Daoyuan accidentally traveled through the world of novels and became the father of the second-generation rich second-generation villain in the early stage of the novel. At this time, his useless son has already provoked the protagonist of the novel’s destiny, and will soon bring the entire family into the ditch. Li Daoyuan wants to change his destiny from the root…

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He doesn’t want to be wanted for bounty, or be a pirate, but if there’s no other choice, he can only become a pirate…..

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