The Handsomer You Are, the Stronger You Become - Chapter 92: Reverse Utilization (1)

Chu Qianze turned the pen in his hand in a circle and smashed it against the drum next to him, the loud drum sound resounding around him.

Facing the two people who looked over at him together, he pulled out a polite smile, which was very dazzling under the neon light.

“I’m sorry, you are ruining my eyes.”

Later:

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, the flashing lights that flared from time to time, and a few gasps, Chu Qianze’s mouth twitched: “Is this a new way to surprise people?”

***

Chu Qianze, who had just arrived in the world and was getting acquainted with his surroundings, was inexplicably pulled by a man and was held in his arms.

“I already have someone I like; it’s him!”

Chu Qianze looked at the person blankly, but saw that the other person turned his eyes away, his breath a little disordered.

“..?”

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I became the Heavenly Demon’s dog.

God-level decomposition and reconstruction system: any object can be decomposed and rebuilt.

Scrap the car? Disassemble it to create a brand new luxury car!

A bunch of small diamonds? After decomposing it, it creates a super-large diamond weighing ten pounds!

Broken phone? After disassembling it, it will create a future mobile phone seventy years later!

What? What if money is sick?

It’s not that simple. Throw away all kinds of medicines and recreate them together. Isn’t there a super special medicine…

Virtual reality technology, a purely domestic mobile computer operating system, a car using pure air, the world’s first moon base…

A few years later, Nucleation Technology, founded by Xue Zha Lin, turned out to be the largest group in the world.

【Single Female Lead】【Full Book Free】

Please rest assured to enter the pit!

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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…