Transmigrated into a reversed world - Chapter 124- Stop jumping on me

Su Han is a transmigrator, and this is not the first time he has transmigrated.

For the first time, I traveled to the digital world, and after clearing the level, I came to the world of the resurrection of the elves.

And awakened digital templates.

In short, it is to find spirits with the same nature as Digimon, and cultivate and evolve Digimon.

And the goblin gym, which happened to be facing the old mother, was going to go bankrupt.

Su Han directly took it down, who said that men can’t open a fairy gym?

Miao Miao — Super Miao Miao — Dilu Beast — Heavenly Girl Beast — Venus Beast!

Lily Root Doll – Balu Beast – Miss Skirt – Flower Fairy Beast – Rose Beast

“Su Han, it’s not bad! You know that the old mother is waiting to hold her grandson, and even has a girlfriend?”

“This girlfriend is not bad, tall and slender! Why is she blindfolded?” Mom.

“?????” Su Han.

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