Warrior Training System - Chapter 293: Silver Teeths

Time travel became a member of the Hakka family who beat the enemy. He is the twin brother of Yiermi, who is the odd one. He began to receive assassination training at the age of three, and began to perform missions at the age of six.

His hands were covered with blood, and his feet were full of bones. His legend began as a killer.

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This is an unremarkable hunter fanfic.

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It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records.

Business through the world, let everyone work for me.

Zhou Yang accidentally obtained the Wanjie shop system and traded thousands of planes.

“I once held a small auction and the emperor came to more than 100 people. I heard that there are two other emperors named Li Shimin.”

“I had all the people of the Condor Heroes in the world to help me breed Bos The song snake, to launch all people in the world of pirates, went to the sea to help me find the fruit of the devil.

“I had hired a clerk, hey, the beauty of the West can only be an intern employee, self-confidence, barely qualified. “

This is the story of Zhou Yang’s acquisition of a million-floor shop system that has become the strongest shopkeeper in history.

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.