MTL - Reborn, You Are My Wife, See What Happened To Your Hair - v2 Chapter 293 Just around the corner, come to a trip that just goes away!

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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[Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals!]

“There is no temple at the age of eighty-two,”

“Sixty-nine years of worry.”

“The world is hard,”

“Long life is not easy.”

“Yin and Yang are reversed in a dream, and in the next life… I beg!”

【Name】: Lu Chen

[Identity]: Master of Changchun Temple

【Repair】: None

[Cultivation method]: Immortal Changchun Kung Fu (can be upgraded!) +

[Spell]: Control swordsmanship (upgrade conditions can be expanded!)

“Expand!”

“upgrade!”

……………………………..

PS: Upgrade, relax, cultivate immortals, demons, ghosts…

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Ancient existences wake up in the abyss, demons whisper in people’s ears, unknown horrors erode the spirit, and madness breeds in the darkness of people’s hearts.

But it is not only darkness that descends on this world.

There are heavily armed dark knights walking in the dark to judge crimes; tight-fitting supernatural beings wandering between buildings to act as friendly neighbors; The impossible god on earth, the “S” symbolizing hope shines like the sun on his chest…

No one could have imagined that behind all of them, there was just a player sitting in front of a computer screen holding a keyboard and punching hard.

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Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.