MTL - Give Me Your Hands and Marry Me - Chapter 297 Death is the end?

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again?

In an accident, Zhao Xu had the ability to make various items. Jewellery, antiques, and crafts are all trivial. Sir, would you like to have a unique sports car?

Come to me, Batman Chariot gives you extreme enjoyment! What, do you want Iron Man armor? Sorry, how about I buy it for Megatron as a bodyguard? Carrier groups invade your territory?

Don’t be afraid, the Avengers Sky Carrier will let you know what a domineering side leak is!

Rich people, come on, let your banknotes tremble, our slogan is: “Sows can go up the tree, dreams can come true!”

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When Fang Yuan was transmigrated into a world where Gu Breeder was the main profession, he found that he was not gifted.

Not only that, the Gu in his body could cultivate on their own.

[Your Iron Skin Gu has trained profoundly and has achieved the Gold-grade!]

[Your Bloodthirsty Gu has begun to multiply itself into a swarm of Bloodthirsty Gus!]

[Your Sunlight Gu has been absorbing the power of the sun for years and has gathered the Truth Flame of the Sun!]

[Your Drunken Gu has evolved into a Soul-reaping Gu. Your control over it has risen by 100 folds!]

[Your Flying Sword Gu was hurt in battle. Amid its desperation, it has evolved into a Sword God Gu!]

“Heck, even Gu undergoes involution as well now?” Fang Yuan let out a sigh.

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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