Seized by the System - Chapter 68: It Really Got Deflected…

The five different worlds of demons, demons, ghosts, monsters, and beasts descended on Blue Star in the form of dungeons.

Human beings will be randomly selected by the Heavenly Dao system and enter the dungeon in another world.

Su Qianqian, a cute baby in the senior class, was accidentally selected.

When Su Yang learned that her daughter was going to enter a dungeon in another world, she told her: “Don’t play for too long, and go home on time for dinner.”

Play? Do you think that the purgatory alien dungeon is a playground?

Just when the whole world thought that Su Qianqian was going to end, they were surprised to find that she really came to play.

In various dungeons of other worlds, the divine beast Qilin serves as her mount, a generation of demons kneel down and beg to be her full-time nanny, giant giants of the sky serve as her thugs, and the flower demon fairy goes too far, wanting to be her stepmother.

The whole world was shocked. Who is Su Qianqian’s father, Su Yang? ! !

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