Rebooting the Arena - Chapter 13: First Scrimmage

The Fu family in Liushan Village has had boys for generations, and was so poor that only boys were left, and they finally hoped for a daughter. As soon as the little girl was born, the grandmother who was almost dead was so happy that she recovered from her illness; as soon as she went out to pick up things and found her hands were soft, all the birds and animals flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and running in the mountains fell in front of her, like a pie falling .

I thought that picking up gold would be powerful enough, but I didn’t expect to find a husband on the way, who is still quite a powerful person.

Ever since she was born in Fujia, it has been smooth and smooth, and she has never failed to do business and build a house. The family members treat her dearly and spoil her to death.

I reincarnated into a fantasy world. Since I somehow got born again, I resolved myself to live diligently once more. But, putting that aside, my entire village burning up and disappearing when I’m 8-year old f*cking crossed the line. F*cking shit-f*cking crossed the line!

On the eve of the spiritual child storm, Wang Chu awakened the Eye of Destiny, and saw that 11 years later, demons and monsters were rampant in the world, the country was destroyed, countless heroes fell, and he finally died tragically.

In order to change the fate of the country’s ruin and the death of his own family, Wang Chu started his journey to break his fate.

I have finished the books “Invincible Zerg in Another World”, “God Card”, “God and Demon System”, “God and Demon Warriors” and “Mechanical God Emperor”

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