MTL - Science and Technology Library - Chapter 1104 :fighting

In the year 2030 a world where magic reigns supreme, Ellard a being formally known as the “Mighty Overlord” who was humanity’s strongest.Had conquered many battlefields during his youth making his names known far and wide.However, during his last battle he was caught up in a plot made by the goddess of death who feared his existence due to his constant support to the goddess of vitality and was sent to his death for eternal sleep.However, the goddess of vitality was able to get to his soul while he was crossing the path between life and death, she granted him a second chance of life...Now one thousand years later he was reborn inside the body of a nine-year-old boy who had suffered a great misfortune after his father was assassinated and his mother had lost most of her noble influence, which resulted in their family suffering ridicule.

Programmer Li Daochong desperately develops the game code, dying. After waking up, being born again in a ghost-invading future comprehension world, isn’t that a pothole?

However, Li Daochong brought his own ghost upgrade system, which made my green onion. Others are devilish and scared, and they rush to hell. Hey, isn’t this the tip of China? I want to eat, drool!

Eating is not the most important thing. The key can be upgraded. How many levels does it take to finish?
　　
“Li Daoyou please stay, people want to go to the edge of the magic field on the edge of the magic field, can you accompany others? People are afraid!” Hongyang fairy is dripping at Li Daochong.

“Li predecessor, can you please go with a younger generation to go to a ghost dragon?” A white-haired girl who is more than two hundred years old can look at Li Daochong helplessly.

- Description from uukanshu (translated)

After passing through, Shen Han not only became a top alpha in the abo world, but also awakened the fire element ability. Ji Zai, who came from the earth, was terrified in place, there seemed to be something wrong with the back of his neck, and his sense of smell was so sharp that it made people nervous!

Fortunately, in this wilderness area, there is a lost lady, hold on tight, don’t panic, if we don’t understand, just ask!

Gu Junwan, the top omega, the empress of the Free Federation, was designed by her sister to hunt down and kill the forest in distress, but in this case, she met a stupid A..

Gu: If you take one step further, I will kill you!

Shen (with a toothy smile): I really have no ill intentions. What kind of bad thoughts can serious people have when they meet by chance?

Gu Junwan sensed the pheromone shrouded by the other party, her face was crimson, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her body’s instinctive desire made her unable to resist the other party’s approach at all.

Looking at Gu Junwan with glittering eyes and soft body, Shen Han’s whole body was surging with blood and blood, and his fangs were gradually showing, like a half-starved wolf in the wilderness.

……

Gu O: Go to hell!

Shen A: I am not! I do not have! You listen to me explain!

After that, Shen Han escorted Gu Junwan all the way out of the jungle, returned to the imperial capital, and regained power.

The two join hands to create a bright world!

The sultry and self-conscious loyal dog alpha X The cool, arrogant and decisive female king omega

A brand new start, I hope you all like this story.

PS: Female A has no pendant.

There is a scarf: Xianting draws a pen

Content tags: A match made in heaven, sweet text, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Han, Gu Junwan ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

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