MTL - Pirate: I, The Fourth General, Am Eight Years Old This Year - Chapter 167

Golden scales do not belong to the shallows; once they encounter the storm and clouds, they transform into a dragon!On his wedding night, Su Luo faced betrayal by his brothers and his wife. In a desperate situation, he received the legacy of Cultivation.He cultivated peerless celestial techniques, controlled life and death with Yin and Yang, grabbed destiny against the heavens, met a confidant of stunning beauty, and from thereon, he became undefeated by the world!This world, because of his existence, shivered!

A veteran gamer finds himself in a world similar to the game he played.You say you need to learn skills by leveling up? Sorry, I already know all of them.You say you have to meditate to level up? Sorry, I only need to fight monsters for that.

Chen Xing, the e-sports god who once symbolized an era, accidentally traveled to the world of “Full-time Master” in a certain year after retiring. After leaving the Excellent Era Club, relying on his previous experience and talent, he became a top professional player and embarked on the road to return to the top.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, who will reach the highest peak?

This book is also known as “Kicking Tao Xuan away at the beginning”, “What a coincidence, I’m also a full-time master”, “I became a big boss at the end of the game”, “Xingxin and Jiashi choose one”, “Eleven years full-time, glory is not extinguished”, etc. .

Tags: No Heroine, Possibly Hilarious, The New Version of The Ship You Haven’t Seen

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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