Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times! - Chapter 294 - 293: Silent Rage

(following the boat) When a person who can get random superpowers every day enters the world of pirates and joins the protagonist group, what will happen as a result?

Luffy: “Si Guoyi! Lin Bei, let’s jump from the sky again!” Kebi: “Please don’t!” Sauron: “Be sure to leave Lin Bei’s room at twelve o’clock every day!”

Nami: “This bastard, just let me…” Akainu Sakasaki: “Bastard Lin Bei, turn me back into a man!

The old lady used her ability to come to her aunt once! “Big” boys, come and meet your father! “Lin Bei:!!! This really doesn’t exist!!!

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