MTL - Dreadful Radio Game - v3 Chapter 736 Horrible day

Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person.

This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.

Wei Chi transmigrated to the Nine Continents of the Celestial Realm. Initially, he was prepared to just be an honest third son of a family. However, after a turn of events, he had no choice but to inherit an entire divine cultivation plan.From then onward, his vibe changed a little.When he saw a girl with decent talents, he immediately asked, “Girl, are you interested in divine cultivation?”In the blink of an eye, 10 million years had passed.Numerous top-class empresses flew through the sky and showed up in front of Wei Chi.Wei Chi wailed and yelled,“I really don’t have any more cultivation methods!”“Please stop coming here!”“You’re all grown-ups now!”

There is a turtle here,It's a bandit! A thief! A shameless scoundrel!Don't provoke him!~~~~~~~~~~~~~It doesn't belong to the orthodox realm of mythical creatures; it falls under the genre of Xuanhuan and Xianxia. I hope you all are aware of this.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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