Coiling Dragon (Pan Long) - Vol 20 Chapter 14: True – False

What would you do if you were reborn in the world of Battle Through the Heavens without a distinguished background or an elder in your ring and just a decent talent?Luckily, Xiao Ming has awakened the Life Simulator System![The Life Simulator is on]......[You have experienced an ordinary life.][Elements are being chosen.][Currently available: Green Lotus Core Flame, Flame Mantra, Woeful Poison Body.][Please choose one.]Every seven days, he can choose to extract one of the elements from his life simulation.In this way, Xiao Ming began his ordinary life.

[Female disguised as man, 1v1 strong man and strong woman]

No green tea, no dog blood, feel free to enter the pit. In the eyes of fans, “he” is the almighty male god. In the e-sports circle, “he” is the invincible e-sports god. Likewise, “he” is a mysterious computer genius. But in a person’s eyes, “he” will always be his favorite child.

“Gender is not a problem!”

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen and said this seriously, but why did An Chen’s expression look a little strange?

When a boyfriend became a girlfriend, Fu Yanxing asked every day, “When can I marry my child home?”

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The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…