Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying - Chapter 4 - I’m very angry right now

The maze survival game is also the maze destruction game. Hundreds of millions of Bluestar players entered the game at the same time, struggling for survival!

Six directions, six rooms, no one knows if there is a monster in the next room? Zhao Ba is also a game player, but only he can see the hints!

[The room ahead is so icy and snowy, you will freeze into an ice sculpture. ]

[There is a monster in the back room, kill it in the dark!]

[The room on the left is full of food, you can have a full meal. ]

When other players survived in the cracks, Zhao Ba has become the god of the maze world!

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[Live broadcast + funny + no heroine + annoying + bamboo shoots]

After binding the hatred system, Xu Muge was no longer a human being.

In the military training of the university, she robbed the school flower drink at the beginning, and one sentence made her cry.

During the live broadcast, he will crit the yin and yang strange audience at every turn.

Writing a novel, the climax part was interrupted for half a month, and the reader wanted to send him a blade in anger.

When making a movie, the protagonist was madly abused in the early stage. When everyone thought that the protagonist would be very happy in the end, the protagonist suddenly died in reality, and the audience fainted on the spot.

“You don’t do anything with people!”

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Li Jing passed through, into a modern world where all the people cultivated immortals.

Everything here has to rely on the aura of self-cultivation to motivate.

With no relatives, no money in his pocket, and no understanding of how to practice, life is struggling.

Until Li Jing walked into a chicken shop and found that he could see the blood bars of the chickens…

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**Updates Paused Temporarily to Resume on the First Week of March; Check Chapter 292 Author’s Note For More Information.[Warning: Contains Mature Content]“Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world.”Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’.The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods?Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.****Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…“…today is the day you will die.”