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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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If the crossing didn't have a golden finger, but was a dying tachypnoeic loser. The host is still a lickspittle. Would you choose to commit suicide? Or suicide! Zhang Chu was now facing this problem. Except for his head, his right hand could move. This was a world where aura was revitalized, where exotic beasts surrounded the world, and where the ultimate for humans was to become martial artists. After fusing his memories, Zhang Chu decided that it would be better to commit suicide. A cephalosporin went down...