One Wild Night - Chapter 350 Glioblastoma

Lao Zhe’s Realistic Style Anti-Japanese War New Book

“We will definitely come back!” A military officer said to thousands of officers and soldiers under his command.

But since they left the customs, the invaders are strong, the country is still in danger, how is the family safe? The battle line goes all the way to the south, fighting countless Guanshan Mountains, but losing countless Guanshan Mountains, until the top of Cangshan Mountain and the bank of Erhai Lake!

Looking back, there is endless smoke and mountains, how many officers and soldiers are buried in other places? A war of resistance has been fought for fourteen years, how many people can return to their hometown?

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Transmigrated in erotic game and having a lot of fun. A lot of R-18 chapter.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.

Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates.Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth!“Thud.”He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him!However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own:“The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil.Spiritual sublimation commences!”