After I Maxed All My Weapon Proficiencies - Chapter 170 - The Owner of the Mass Grave!

[1v1 + Sweet Pet + Other World]

After her new phone fell victim to a poisoned hand, Feng Qingyi received a battered eighteen-hand phone for twenty dollars. Unexpectedly, the broken copper and rusted iron transformed before her eyes, housing not only a mysterious mall but also a handsome man who claimed to be a general.

In order to earn points to purchase goods, Feng Qingyi had no choice but to chat and video call with the handsome man, inadvertently chatting herself into his world.

The great general of Tianqi, Qin Yuechuan, accidentally picked up a small box from the spoils of war. The small box not only allowed for long-distance voice communication and video calls but could even transmit objects through space.

The woman who video called him and sent him gifts was not only breathtakingly beautiful and exceptionally talented but also highly considerate. Qin Yuechuan decided to find a way to lure her back home.

[Extreme cool article] + [Offensive and defensive all-round] + [European Cup] + [World Cup] + [No National Football] + [Golden Globe Commend]

Su Yao, who was clearly a real daughter but died, was reborn.

In her last life, she swallowed her anger, and then she was cruel and cruel.

No one would think it would be too fishy to suck her blood.

Once again, she will be the last month, crowned with pearls, shining brightly.

Someone followed behind her while digging a hole for her, and painstakingly persuaded her:

Without so much effort, do you see the crown on my head?

You are the most gorgeous one above.

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We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]