Rise of the White Dragon - Chapter 364

The second Ye Lulu transmigrates, she gives birth to three children on the spot.

A garbage turn-based online game that has not been updated for half a year, has a development budget that is seven times that of games in the same period, and whose revenue is only one-tenth of that.

A garbage game that everyone has given up on, at the last moment when the server is about to be shut down… a new version was released.

The main strategy is Lin Yao.

Since then, he has become famous in one battle.

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“The most tricks, the wildest way, dimensionality reduction blow, although I don’t understand what she is doing, but she always earns more than us…”

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When he woke up, Ling Feng found that he had transmigrated, not only transmigrated, but also transmigrated into the book of the heroine written by himself, and became the peak power of Yuan Ying, a cultivator that everyone envied.

But the moment he knew the identity of the original owner, Ling Feng panicked. It turned out that he was the ashes-level villain who only lived less than thirty chapters!

She was tortured and killed by the female protagonist for 49 days. After she died, she was displeased and threw her soul into the kennel to suppress her for countless years…

This bloody plot…Is it really written by me? ?

I have to rewrite it, okay? !

【Ding! The plot editor has been loaded, and the host can modify the current plot through accumulated experience points! 】

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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