The Great Genetic Era - Chapter 1948 - : Xu Tui’s Contingency Plan (3)

Blinded by betrayal, reborn with vengeance.After a fatal hiking accident, Olympic archer Yan Jin awakens in a world where bloodlines and power reign supreme. Stripped of his sight by the cruel machinations of his own clan, Yan Jin taps into a hidden bloodline, awakening abilities far beyond anything he could have imagined. Now, armed with his bow and unmatched instincts, he’s out for revenge.In this new world of ruthless politics and deadly combat, Yan Jin will carve a bloody path to uncover the truth behind his mysterious rebirth and the dark secrets of his past. Prepare for brutal battles, ingenious strategies, and a cast of eccentric allies and enemies as Yan Jin unleashes chaos in his quest for justice.Join Yan Jin as he takes aim at those who wronged him—this time, he won’t miss.PS: I’m building this world as we go, and I love hearing from readers! Your thoughts and feedback drive my creativity, so don’t hesitate to share your ideas.#SmartMC #Gore #Mature #Interactive

Tao is willing to take the peach blossom system to go to different worlds to complete the task, and the most important task is to fall in love. And every love, must be very sweet and very pet, only to complete the task.

In short, after he opened, every world must show love.

White Lotus: I feel the deep malice from the world. If I say that I am the protagonist, why did I finally become cannon fodder?

Slag Man: It’s too fast to face, like a tornado. If God gives me another chance to come back, please let me love him for 10,000 years.

Onlookers: God, take the two shows and love, we are going to be killed by dog ​​food!

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…