Warlord of Chaos - Chapter 191 - The Whimsical Young Master

There is a sexy and sexy sister in the foster home, and then… when I eat, my sister sits on top of me, when I get dressed, my sister needs me to button my buttons, and even when I sleep, there will be another person next to me, what should I do? !

Everyday little white text with my brother, Kongyijie, eh?

What you say about everyday is the everyday you want.

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Six years ago, she signed the ten-month agreement with all her sorrows, and as agreed, she received the down payment. But when the agreed time came, the buyer did not show up to claim the 'treasure'. What was going on?Six years later, her precious son surprisingly told her, “Mommy, people might wear the same clothes or drive the same car, but I met someone today who actually has the same face as me! Can you believe it?”“Don't talk nonsense, how could someone look exactly like you?”Her son, dissatisfied, pulled his friend out. “Don't you believe me? Just take a look!”Lin Xiangwan took a glance, then, thud, she fainted, collapsing onto the ground.Who on earth... is this...?

A perfect exercise has created a mythology academy that makes the heavens and the world tremble.

The invincible dean leads a group of teachers and students who are not afraid of the sky and earth to compose a myth together!

When hundreds of millions of years have passed and he is no longer in the world, there is one title that still makes the world tremble: Dean!

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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