Weapons of Mass Destruction - Chapter 453: One of us

As the youngest in the sect, Xie Chi, who has the best talent but only physical superhumanity, went down the mountain with a heavy responsibility.
The second week after going down the mountain, the brothers and sisters at home received urgent help from the younger sister: Brother and sister, the female ghost I raised has eaten several evil ghosts today. Will she have a stomach upset?
Brothers: ? ? ? Junior Sister! Say it again, what are you raising?
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Author’s Note:
①: Xie Chi x Lin Xia, Natural Black x Natural Stay
②: Spiritual direction, including live broadcast, sweet text, not scary, really
③: Welcome to catch insects but refuse to be strong, the pits are guaranteed, welcome to collect ducks
Also known as “Ji you are too beautiful” (not really)

Content tags: Spiritual Gods and monsters Sweet text Live broadcast Metaphysics
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xie Chi, Lin Xia ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received text “The Queen is a Cat” ┃ Others:

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One night, a premeditated entanglement.She seduced him and claimed him as her own.After a year of entanglement, she still could not compete with his destined one.After the divorce, Sheng Youxia offered a high price for a child.Requirements: supermodel legs, a strong waist, 180cm height, 180mm, 180 minutes, rejecting those who are only appealing in appearance but useless otherwise.Fu Shilü saw the advertisement posted by his ex-wife and ultimately couldn't hold back, sending her a message.“All your requirements are based on me, right? Just say you can't let go of me.”Sheng Youxia responds with a cold laugh: “Cured? Send me the test results.”

Max wanted to be a [Baker].

Settle down, bake stuff, and enjoy life.

The gods, however, ruined that dream. Given [Baker] and a black skill, he is now running for his life, trying to grow strong enough to return home.

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And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…