The power of the magnetic field is a miracle that humans trigger in the universe based on their own will. With this power, the originally fragile life can be strengthened to grind and crushed, and even half of the hair is left. The sword force has not yet been restored, and the army commander Abu's pupils, which are less black and white, suddenly shrink. Pili shouted: "Blue-haired boy, take me a punch!" The iron tower-like body rushed forward like thunder, clenched with five fingers, and thunder gangs crackled on the fist, aiming at the door of the blue sea surface, "huh~" and punched hard.

——Ousu celebrates the third anniversary of the three-year anniversary of the dividing line—

Zongheng's third anniversary, congratulations to Zongheng on his continued prosperity and development and the cause of online literature has reached a glorious peak! A small writer like me can continue to make a living, haha, in short, Coca-Cola! ~(≧▽≦)/~
Chapter completed!