Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 1871 Reality Has No Story to Tell

[You’ve awakened the “Heroine Netori” ability.] [Go ahead and f*ck a bunch of heroines].

Two-way crush, tough guy attack, chicken suffer [You read that right! doge
The company is particularly down-to-earth this year, giving each person a live chicken that year.
Du Xiao looked at the hen whose neck was too fat in other people’s hands, and then looked at the skinny pheasant in his own hand: “…”
Chairman: “Don’t carry your wings, it will make him uncomfortable, so he should hold it in his arms.”
Du Xiao: “…”
Chairman: “Remember to bring it when you visit relatives and friends, don’t bore him at home, and treat him well.”
Du Xiao: “…”
Chairman: “Go home, happy Spring Festival!”
Du Xiao: “…Why didn’t I see the young master today? I haven’t said goodbye to him yet.”
Chairman: “Cough cough… I don’t know, I probably ran away from home.”
Du Xiao: “…”
Du Xiao: Hormone burst decathlon, taciturn, loyal dog bodyguard attack
Zhou Zhan: I am addicted to life and can’t take care of myself
Sweet sweet!

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Reincarnated as the emperor of the dynasty, Zhou Xuanji, he thought he would be rich and noble for a lifetime, but he was forced to flee the palace due to the grievances of the palace.

What surprised him was that a cheat program invented in his previous life turned out to be a reality!

At the age of two, he obtained the Red Dragon Sword, which contains the soul of the Red Dragon!

At the age of three, he obtained the second Divine Sword!

Every year you grow, there is an extra sword!

A hundred years later, Zhou Xuanji took hundreds of divine swords across the world!

Ten thousand years later, Zhou Xuanji stunned the heavens, Wan Jian volleyed into the sky, and ascended the throne of myth in the name of Sword Emperor!

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.