American Exorcism Male God - Chapter 324 lyb’s Favorite

However, after a certain ability went out of control, the young chief once became a dangerous experimental subject 01, and fell silent for five years. When he reappeared, he was thrown into an escape game.
The spectators outside the venue laughed and bet one after another, wanting to see the downcast appearance of the former Tianjiao.
Unexpectedly, the trapped beast took off its disguise.
Before the start of the game, the monitoring system in the game completely collapsed, and the last image left was Ye Fei’s gentle smile:
“Hush.”
[Drip——The system is abnormally damaged, and the cause cannot be self-examined. ]
In the next moment, the global real-time game data was cut off, and countless gamblers who were “exploiters” were forced to log in by the game system.
Stripped from the luxury, what they will face is the fear hidden in the dark.
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Excellent hunters often appear as prey.
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[Game refresh, copy preparation…]
[Now the initial ranking is made according to the strength of the combat power]
[001——]
[Ye Fei]
【Eating Guide】
[1] Steady and skinny, the down-and-out boss is attacked by x, sweet-mouthed, black-bellied, and evil snakes
【2】Qiangqiang, under the young age, physical and mental 1v1, he
[3] The main character is very strong, he is covered in hangs, but he is posing (bushi)
[4] Some bugs may not be bugs but foreshadowing
[5] The three views of the role do not represent the three views of the author

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Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator.For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement.But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning!Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations?In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two!Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it?Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0?And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you?Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems!

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.