The Ancient Gods' Whisper - Chapter 478 - 235 Moon Princess: I Am Invincible in the World!

On Halloween, editor-in-chief Fang, who is used to being No. 1, was beaten by a perverted QJ wearing a pumpkin mask.
Consider yourself unlucky, but why is this pumpkin pervert still relying on him?
Black-bellied loyal dog attack VS narcissism and fertilization, brother-in-law X brother-in-law
Hunting for strange directions, pure nonsense, silly sweet and white, in the new year, cool and thunderous is the author.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Wang Qi, Fang Shiqing ┃ Supporting roles: Zheng Qiuyang, Yuan Rui, Fang Mingyu, Wang Chao ┃ Others: Nian Shang, attack and transfer

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Lin Li has transmigrated into a cultivation world. People here all lead an ordinary life in spite of their possession of super power.With no talent in cultivation, Lin Li decides to quit the rat race. However, he wakes up to a mysterious island and a tree that can produce power-enhancing fruits.“Wait a moment, let me eat the Superpower Fruit in my hand and awaken a Superpower, then I'll talk to you...”

It was a life without regret. My parents were in good health, and I wasn’t homey enough for me to combine my studies and part-time jobs.

I like fantasy, martial arts, games, fiction movies, cartoons… I’m a normal high school student who likes these things.

That was certainly true until ten years ago.

This is not the earth.

A fantasy world dominated by powerful people. Savage utopia. It is a world where you can take anything with you if you have physical strength.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”