MTL - Peerless Demonic Lord - Chapter 7 ?I Tianquan

Qin Wuyue, a pseudo-house on Earth, traveled to the world of Hokage and awakened the legendary Goldfinger. The system is very violent and works flawlessly. As long as you complete the optional tasks, you can directly obtain super-powerful items of cultivation, abilities, ninjutsu and other planes. But Wuyue couldn’t be happy at all, and even had the idea of ​​wanting to die with this damn scumbag.

“You pervert wearing my camisole again” a certain elder sister roared loudly. “Take it, this is the fat time I just changed in the morning.” A certain senior said expressionlessly.

“Jun Wuyue, it’s time to collect material again, take off your pants.” A certain wife next door lit up. “If you bastard dare to steal again, I will break your third leg.” A certain beautiful master shook his fist with a cold expression. “I’m really not a pervert, I’m being forced, you believe me” Wuyue burst into tears, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle

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Yuan Fangguo, who was reborn and returned to his college days, had nothing.

Fortunately, he stood on the cusp of reform and opening up. Facing the waves of the South China Sea, Yuan Fangguo and his brothers and sisters opened their arms and greeted the wind and waves.

Challenge… He secretly vowed to set a goal. My small goal in life is not to make 100 million, but to let the people I want to help earn 100 million easily.

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“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.