Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter Dreams of a Hero ~ - Chapter 396.2: Captive Lightning Emperor

After Lu Yao wore a book and became an almighty boss who dressed as a woman and dressed as a man, he was either on the hot search or on the way to the hot search.

[Hot Search 1: Lu Yao decides to quit the King team]

Netizen: Haha, the FW who entered the team through the back door has finally broken the contract!

The next day, the Glory of Kings list was refreshed, and Lu Yao’s data dominated the list.

KING team official blog: We decided to add 10 times the salary to try to retain Lu Yao.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot Search 2: Lu Yao’s help in charity is a model for young people]

Netizen: Donating some scraps of iron is also embarrassing to say that it is a charity! When who hasn’t donated money?

Charity Federation Press Conference: Thank you Mr. Lu Yao for donating 1 billion yuan to build Hope Primary School.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot search 3: Lu Yao got drunk at the celebration banquet, the captain Zhan Shen took good care of him, and he was the favorite of the powerful group! 】

Netizen: Will Lu Yao die without a man? Stay away from our brother Zhanshen!

The next day, Weibo posted a video of two people in the car, Zhan Shen actively begging for a kiss and being kicked off by Lu Yao…

Netizen: …? ?

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This was a world ruled by summoners. In this world, summoners were the most remarkable existences that took center stage. When the mysterious, higher world was within reach, when the recollection of the glorious Huaxia civilization overlapped with reality, the story of the summoners in Great Flame Republic unfolds…

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.