MTL - Live: Husky Tianxiu at the Goddess’ House - Chapter 48 Anchor, will you stand upside down? (two more)

Twelve years ago, an old beggar found an abandoned baby and took him as his own son, naming him Xu Han. But when his foster father dies, Xu Han finds himself in a training camp with dozens of other kids, though what they’re training for remains a mystery. It’s here that he meets his best friend, Liu Sheng, and life is good for a while — regular hot meals and a safe place to stay. But kids keep being taken and not coming back, and eventually, Xu Han and Liu Sheng find themselves left in the woods at night, where they discover what’s happened to the kids who disappeared before them — they’ve been turned into zombies! Can the pair destroy the zombies and survive the night, or will they be the newest victims of this twisted conspiracy?

The world is in chaos, and evil spirits appear everywhere, causing chaos in the world and poisoning the people.

The imperial court set up a special department for subduing demons, recruiting strange people, Buddhist monks and monks from all over the world to work together to slay demons and subdue demons.

Ning Xiu was reborn with a proficiency panel and practiced martial arts exercises hard, just to have the power to slay demons in this world of demons, suppress the universe, and protect the peace and prosperity of the human race.

[Tianwang King Kong Gong: Twenty Layers (99999/99999)] The blood is like a furnace, burning the river to boil the sea

[Dragon and Elephant Prajna: Eighteenth Floor (81111/88888)] Raise the peaks with both arms and move the mountains to remove the ridges

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Ning Xiu: “My strength is all based on hard work every day, rain or shine.”

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

I lived like any ordinary person when a stranger suddenly approached me, “You are… a hero.”