Flowers Are Bait - Chapter 253:

【White Eyes】+【Electromagnetic Force】+【Bow and Arrow】+【Science】

People are in Hyuga, start the awakening of electromagnetic force!

What kind of changes will occur when the sun is paired with the electromagnetic force?

Hyuga Satoru said, what is soft boxing?

Dogs don’t learn!

Aren’t electromagnetic guns fragrant?

What?

Hyuga doesn’t have a ranged attack?

My bow and arrow are paired with electromagnetic force, within the range of white eyes, where to shoot, the magnetic storm is here!

What?

Can’t Hyuga drive Gundam?

Hyuga Satoru snapped his fingers.

Electromagnetic force, move!

Completely in the middle of Susano’s body, Madara Uchiha looked up at the metal Gundam hundreds of meters high in front of him, and fell into contemplation.

An unknown Hyuga’s slander: Everyone is Hyuga, why are you so unscientific…

(Bow and arrows are upgraded to sniper rifles in the mid-term, and space-based electromagnetic guns are upgraded in the later stage)

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