Complete Martial Arts Attributes - Chapter 1702 - Round Ball, Super Evolution... (2)

Alex was an ordinary teenager—until the day he discovered his ability to drain energy from the dead. With powers rooted in death itself, Alex hides his necromancy behind a normal life, secretly entering deadly portals to fight monsters and earn money. But beneath the surface, a darker truth lingers—his parents's death and his powers are linkedAs he harnesses his necromantic abilities, draining the fallen to grow stronger, the weight of his power begins to take its toll—and the line between the living and the dead starts to blur.With enemies closing in and betrayal around every corner, Alex must master his growing abilities before they consume him—or worse, before the forces hunting him claim everything he has left.When death becomes your greatest weapon, how long can you survive before it turns against you?---

#I just want to be a licking dog in peace#
#Don’t fucking chase me. I just lick you for the bonus, so you just take advantage of it for nothing? #
Chao Ci is a fast wearer with excellent performance, and his task is to lick the dog of the protagonist.
No one does this kind of thankless work, but Chao Ci did it well for bonuses and performance.
The protagonist treats me as a stand-in, should I be willing to lick him? No problem!
The protagonist Long Aotian is just using me but I want to chase him wildly. What does he want from me? No problem!
When Chao Ci got the bonus after completing all the tasks, he was pulled back after a few days of being dashing.
I heard that every time he was a dog licker, the protagonist turned black, and he was forcibly pulled back… exm? ?
[Heartless and heartless, only **Jin is super good-looking and heartwarming, but I don’t know that X is very fond of it, but I don’t admit that the last crematorium is super arrogant and arrogant]
①Reincarnated and transcended the calamity X the young son of the mortal world vase family:
In the past, Chao Ci treated the gods very well, but the gods didn’t care about the mere mortals. After the calamity was over, he erased the memory of the Chao Ci and went to the god realm. Later, the gods had no time to repent and return to the mortal world, but the court speech whose memory was erased already had other sweethearts.
②Dark Liudian’s male main attack X gave money to resource tool people and the big boss received:
The father died tragically, and the male protagonist was ordered to inherit the sect. At this time, the distraction period Danny, who is famous in the cultivation world, said in his speech that he could give money and resources to his sect as a shelter, on the condition that the male protagonist will be his Taoist companion for five years, will he do it? The male protagonist grinned: It’s done.
After that, Chao Ci took his heart and heart to him, and obeyed his words. At the end of the five-year period, the male protagonist was already in the Mahayana period standing at the top of the cultivation world. He thought that Chao Ci would stay behind, but he simply left.
Oh, you just leave when you say go?
③The rich second-generation actor who ran away from home attacked the beauty of the US dollar:
In the past, Chaoci gave money and resources in exchange for indifference and scandals, but now Chaoci wants to go out, but can only be checked every day [tcl]
④Ba total attack X stand-in (not) subject
In the past, Chao Ci knew that he was a stand-in, but he still worked diligently to be a good stand-in every day and did his due diligence. Now Chao Ci just wanted to break up, and Glass Xinba always wondered if he had changed his mind.
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hint:
There should be more than these in the world, and the order of the copy does not represent the actual order
The three views of the characters do not represent the three views of the author, but serve the plot
The author is written by Mo Dewen. The protagonist is a heartthrob Su who has broken his leg. If he doesn’t like it, he can escape.
Content tags: special liking, fast wear, wear book, cool text
Search keyword: Protagonist: Chao Ci ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received text: “My wife and I were reborn together” ┃Others:
One-sentence introduction: I just want bonuses and performance!
Purpose: pay always pays off

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