Marvel's master of cosmic magic - Chapter 323

Tang Rui, who is the UP master of the aircraft model area, suddenly found that the aircraft model he made had an upgrade panel, which can add points to the upgrade of the aircraft model.

[Item: Fixed-wing model aircraft]

【Experience: 35/100】

【Source point: 0.1】

Tang Rui: “System, let me see your limit.”

Toy model aircraft → high-altitude and high-speed UAV → small orbital shuttle…

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