The Long-awaited Mr Han - Chapter 2237 - Tragic

I, Rorschach, the god of the world, the most powerful Kryptonian, the leader of the Justice League, the founder of the Emperor Organization, the gravedigger of countless civilizations in the multiverse, the most handsome man in the world, there is no one!

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PS: The non-standard MCU universe can be regarded as a similar parallel universe. The timeline is based on this book, first Marvel Universe, then DC, X-Men…

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Form, feeling, thought, and awareness, the four truths and five aggregates refine the truth,

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, five tones and six rhythms come into the sword.

A liberal arts student crossed over with a pile of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures,

“Monster, you are predestined with me, why don’t you follow me back to the cave to practice!”

“Master, can I marry a wife if I practice with you?”

“Why don’t you turn left when you go out, there is a school of sword practice over there.”

There is also an old book “Chunyang Sword Master”, which can also be read step by step.

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Yan Sagawa is the top academic master in the world of Conan, known as a national treasure talent.

No one knows that he is actually a time traveler, carrying the most powerful Xueba system.

But he also has troubles recently, and he has awakened a second system — the Great Onmyoji system.

Whether to believe in science and become the father of all mankind or believe in theology to become the god who controls reincarnation, this is a question

. . .

After thinking for a long time, he decided that he wanted them all!

Conan: This is impossible murder! Is there really a ghost?

Sagawa Yan looked at the shikigami flying in the sky and smiled without saying a word.

Kidd: What kind of magic is this, how could you hide it from my eyes.

Sagawa said: This is science, you scumbag

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…