Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints - Chapter 953 - 584: Frost Demon Mantis, Spirit Vein (Two in One)_2

Westheid transmigrates into his favorite game. Just as he's overwhelmed by happiness, he finds that the female protagonist whose families are all killed by Chaos is calling him.“Brother, please eat. Don't just space out. Did you get enough rest last night? There's a social ball at the Holy Tree Palace today.”

Sentinel Shou: I have something to confess to you
Guide attack: You can choose the time, now we have just marked the end, no matter what you confess, I have to accept it
Sentinel Shou: Actually, I was reborn
Wizard Gong: Oh, that’s all, then I’ll also confess by the way, I’m from Transmigration
Sentinel Shou: Huh?
Dao Gong: The world we live in is actually a book, you are the villain, I am the cannon fodder, the book is here, read it for yourself
Sentinel Shou: … (reading through) Oh, this is my second generation… Tsk, the x-star rebels are really trash, and they can still be suppressed like this; country y’s ** is too useless, a good hand can be played Messy; is there a hole in the head of the Z star thief group, and betrayed for love?
Guide Attack: Actually not just reborn?
Sentinel Shou: Now this is the third life, I didn’t expect to be reborn, and I didn’t expect to meet you in luck——
Guide Attack: How did you meet me?
Sentinel Shou: Since I met you, I decided to…reform you
Gong Chuan has become a cannon fodder guide who loves vanity and spare tires in the book. In the near future, his glands will be destroyed by people because of love and hatred.
However, the most terrifying thing is that he turned out to be the only guide with a compatibility level of 60%, the most terrifying villain in the book, the Sentinel.
Gong: Wait, the book didn’t mention it, didn’t this sentinel die because he didn’t meet the minimum compatibility with his guide!
Villain Sentinel: Doesn’t that mean you’re here for me? I’m very happy to let go of this planet for now.
Attack: …

Note 1: Always 1v1
Note 2: Although the attacker is a guide, his physique is comparable to that of an ordinary sentinel. The specific reasons are explained in the text
Note 3: There are two sets, many two sets, atypical sentry guides
Note 4: If you don’t like to cross, don’t leave an impassioned long paper

Content tags: strong interstellar sweet text through the book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Cen Zhen, Lian Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Sentinel guide, Xiangshao
One-sentence introduction: Did the sentinel cross?
Concept: The person who belongs to you will find you even if it spans the entire time and space

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In the Divine Bizarre world, where monsters and strange beings run amok, human lives are as insignificant as grass.Having transmigrated to this world, Jia Ren just wants to rely on the Proficiency Panel to cultivate in peace.He would keep a low profile,Until he attains immortality.“Do you have any lifespan-extending Cultivation Techniques?”“The Turtle Spirit Technique, created by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.”“Not only does the Turtle Spirit Technique have a strong life-extending effect, but when combined with Turtle Spirit Ointment, it can even make up for lost years of life.”“I am buying the Turtle Spirit Technique!”

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