MTL - Ninja World: Insect Princess From Konoha - Chapter 109 Cheapskate

He had served in the strongest Special Forces, Heavenly Sword Special Force. As the commando of commandos, he created the Netherworld in the western underground world and became the formidable Oriental Yama. He said, “I’m Liu Feng. I’m adept at two things: killing and saving. If I want to cure someone, even ghost soldiers can’t take him away; if I want to kill someone, God can’t save him.” Now he was the bodyguard of Yang Shiwen, who was the daughter of the richest family in Donghai City and suffered from a rare disease. Could Liu Feng save Yang Shiwen’s life with his amazing art of healing? What would happen to his double life?

Finn travels to the timeline after Avengers: Endgame and obtains a system that hides one's own strength while allowing him to grow even stronger!However, he soon discovers that the system's prescribed hiding place is actually Westview!Before long, Wanda will seize control of the entire town, plunging countless people into pain and torment.Fearing exposure and determined not to give up halfway...Finn decides to act first—conquer Wanda and resolve the issue at its root.And thus, he embarks on a road of no return.Here's the cliched NOTE : English is my 3rd language so I'm not proficient in that , so if there are any mistakes please point it out to me

Zhang Xing traveled through the realm, with an additional Divine Dragon island in his mind, so he started raising various dragons on the island.

Black Dragon, Golden Dragon, Red Dragon, Blue Dragon, Green Dragon, White Dragon, Magician Dragon, Crystal Dragon …

He also has the attributes of some dragons. Spitting fire and putting a magician arrow are just the most basic skills.

Dragon’s ultimate magician forbids spells and sprays without opening the mouth, without having to read incantation.

Let’s see Zhang Xing lead the group of dragons to single out the whole continent.

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