Transcendent Dawn - Chapter 860-END

She had a request for him and was forced to sign a contract with him.After the contract expired, he actually wanted to discuss renewing it.'I can cook.' One day when she came home, she saw a table full of various delicacies.'I can make money.' In the office, he laid a row of Black Cards in front of her.There was even one night, when she returned home, he calmly looked at her and said, 'I can also...!''......'So that night, someone posted online seeking help: Urgent, waiting online, what to do when entangled with a domineering CEO?

Luo Xing travels through the world of pirates and obtains a system of increasing defense power. When he receives different degrees of damage, he will increase the defense points of the corresponding level.

Luo Xing started from Wano Kingdom’s Hundred Beasts Group, step by step towards becoming the strongest.

“Come on, Yamato, hit me, you’re welcome!”

“General Akainu, did you not eat enough in the morning? Why is the magma so warm?”

“White Beard, your Zhenzhen Fruit should be even stronger, right?”

Luo Xing continued to challenge the strong, and what broke the strong was that Luo Xing became stronger and more fleshy, and in the end they couldn’t even break Luo Xing’s skin.

Teacher Kai shouted loudly: “Among the people who have fought against me in terms of defense, no one is more fleshy than you. I, Kaido of Beasts, would like to call you the strongest creature!”…

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