How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World - Chapter 387: Witchcraft (1)

The happiest thing in the world is to be able to amend what you have done wrong. She who acted willfully because of a game, was reincarnated into a time when she still had her parents’ love.

For the sake of her family, she began her life as a pro gamer.

But this time, she was no longer the Human Sorceress that she was familiar with. She was an Elven Huntress. Could she still acquire the power to be the Right Hand of God?

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Where am I? So many zombies! What happened to me? What happened to this world?“Ding! Divine Pick-Up System activated!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained Power attribute*10!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained Dominating World Lv1!”“Ding! Picking up done! Obtained the Spatial Talent!”After crossing over to the doomsday, Long Chen found out he could actually enhance himself by picking up the attributes that dropped by others. That’s too amazing and incredible!Strength can be picked up, speed can be picked up, defense can be picked up, even supernatural abilities, techniques, and martial skills can be picked up. Even the girls…Haha, the girls still shall be pursued by himself. Anyway, it’s impossible for him to go cultivate, impossible in the rest of his whole life. Only by picking up attributes can support his life.How to survival in this doomsday? Whatever, I will become invincible by picking up.

One night, a premeditated entanglement.She seduced him and claimed him as her own.After a year of entanglement, she still could not compete with his destined one.After the divorce, Sheng Youxia offered a high price for a child.Requirements: supermodel legs, a strong waist, 180cm height, 180mm, 180 minutes, rejecting those who are only appealing in appearance but useless otherwise.Fu Shilü saw the advertisement posted by his ex-wife and ultimately couldn't hold back, sending her a message.“All your requirements are based on me, right? Just say you can't let go of me.”Sheng Youxia responds with a cold laugh: “Cured? Send me the test results.”

I am the sword.

Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!

I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

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