MTL - After Setting up Her Own Stall, the Bigshot in Mystic Arts Went Viral - Chapter 531 :Crazy arsonist, end

Hikaru crossed to Misty World with billions of other players. This world is full of monsters and fog.

Hikaru thought he wouldn't be able to survive in this horrible world when he suddenly possessed an SSS-class skill.

[Ding! Maximum Evolution.]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve Succubus into Fallen Angel?]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve Komodo into the Darkness Dragon King?]

[Ding! Do you want to evolve the Wooden Sword into a God Sword?]

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Hikaru: “In this world, I am the lord.”

Reborn in Hong Kong in 1973, he took Hutchison ahead of Li Chaoren, and Wharf before the charter king… Following the path of others, leaving others nowhere to go, one vowed to take the charterer as his life goal The man, he is here, he is really here, this book is the author’s second Hong Kong (Hong Kong Island) rebirth article, readers who like Hong Kong articles, please click to enter…

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[Has entered the boutique, strongly recommended! 】Completed two high-quality Douluo books, “The Douluo Who Started From Blowing Up the Soul Ring” and “I’m in Douluo, I Ate the Blue Silver Emperor”!

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A reader said: This novel was not intended to be read at first, but later I found out that it has a legacy of Wei Wu, the legacy of the prime minister.

Then I watched and read it, and I was overjoyed; so I read it quickly, and I can’t calm down for a long time after reading it. I complain that the content lacks details, the number of words in the article is too small, and the update speed is too slow.

I have this resentment in my heart, and it is hard to forget, so I made this post to express my feelings, and to feedback the author’s big mistake in his article, which is due to the slow update and the small number of words.

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There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.