A classmate said sadly: "I simulated a dog. I lived carefully and everything went smoothly."

"As a result, in the third year, while trying to grab a bone, I was careless and was hit by a car and died."

"I can not be reconciled."

"And you?"

Wang Quan said calmly: "I am simulating a person suffering from cancer."

The classmate laughed.

Cancer is scary.

It cannot be cured.

King Quan must not have broken the limits of life.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people cry and some laugh:

"Haha, what I simulated was a knife. I encouraged the knife wielder and I kept doing it for twenty years."

"Finally breaking the limits of life."

"I am an imitator."

"I have obtained a spiritual field and three perfect martial arts!"

Next second:

The loser rushed towards him crazily: "Brother, let me follow you!"

"Brother, I will be your servant. All I need is one grain of rice every day."

"You're such a fucking piece of trash."

At this moment, life is full of things.

King Quan quietly left the square.

He went straight to the academy.

He has to go through the formalities, then guard the building, protect ordinary people, and become a master.

It's boring to show off to these ordinary people here.

In order to hurry.

The royal power spurred seventy-two paths of smoke and dust.

Next second:

He took one step forward and crossed ten meters.

The speed is so fast, close to the speed of sound.

Ordinary people feel the breeze blowing on their faces; the royal power just passes them by.

Walking through the bustling, numb and desperate crowd.

It’s like the royal power doesn’t belong to this world:

Go away alone.

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Thanks to: Xiao Ge Yi song tells the story of separation, reward

Thanks: Ten thousand year old bookworm, monthly ticket
Chapter completed!