Sovereign of the Ashes - Chapter 123: Father and Son

She, the only descendant of Chinese ancient martial arts, a stunning ghost hand genius doctor, once passed through into the Ye family waste lady.

Open your eyes again, the sky and the earth are surging! What? Born waste? Disaster star? Very good, she will soon let them see what is born waste, what is a star of misfortune.

He is the evil emperor respected by thousands of people, mysterious, noble, and unattainable.

When he met her, she avoided him like a snake, and he entangled her like a vine.

“Evil Emperor, it’s not good, Madam ran away again!”

“Chasing!”

“Evil Emperor, it’s not good, Madam is hiding!”

“Look!”

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[Inappropriate person] [Technical flow] [Reckless man] [Abusive tricks] [Funny] [Hot blood] [Black belly] [Not the Virgin]

Traveling to another blue star, Lin Chen awakened the “Crafting and Selling System”. You can capture strangeness, sell it to the black mine for mining, and exchange for strangeness

It’s a pity that there are too few weirdnesses in this peaceful world. Under such circumstances, Lin Chen has searched for needles in a haystack for twenty years, but still has little to gain.

Until one day, Lin Chen received an invitation letter from a horror game…

This time, the purchase life started.

In the ghost restaurant, the head waiter looked at his empty restaurant with tears streaming down his face.

In the weird school, the students were shivering, and the principal lit cigarettes for them.

There is also a dungeon deserted village that makes all human players feel horrible, and eventually becomes a real deserted village.

I don’t know when, a legend of a treacherous dealer named “Uncle Chen” began to spread in the horror world…

This book is also known as:

【Professional Life of a Strange Dealer】

[The sixth child in a horror game]

【The strange nightmare in the horror world】

【Dungeon Terminator】

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.