You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord - Chapter 63- Give me her phone number!

Wu Chang has a special talent. He can see the words left by the dead in the form of bloodstains. After being involved into a Global Game, Wu finds his ability exceptionally useful.“Successfully entered 'Desolate—Plane 46957.”“Dungeon Name: Moonlight Sanatorium.”“Dungeon Type: Single Player Survival Dungeon.”“Dungeon Difficulty: B.”“Dungeon Status: On the verge of losing control.”

Xuan Qing discovered a cultivation game on his phone that couldn't be uninstalled. When he clicked on it out of curiosity, he was astonished to find that the treasures and cultivation of characters in the game could be brought back to the real world.

PS: The male lead is the only extraordinary person on Earth, without brainless show-off and face-slapping plots.

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