What do you think of Guo Ying?

369: I really struggled with him!

Zuoshou: If I play a bo5 with him, I will consider it a success if I can make it to the fourth game.

Showmaker: I firmly believe that if I want to restore the glory of LCK, he is the mountain I must overcome.

Haters: You are bragging so much, how come you have the lowest KDA in the finals? You just won the championship by luck. Anyone can play mid lane in LPL.

Passersby: What do you know? His teammates are too C, it’s boring for Brother Guo Zi to play.

Haters: It’s true that Brother Guo Zi is a pervert, but it’s also true that he is good to his teammates.

Female fans: Guo Zi! God of character!

.........

Xiran: Brother Guo Zi, how do you feel about winning the championship? Why do you look unhappy? Is there anything you want to say to your teammates?

Guo Ying: It’s okay, I’m quite happy. I told my teammates, just... please stop being the C!

Surviving in troubled times, seeking glory in prosperous ones.

The Great Yan Kingdom, standing for a thousand years and enduring countless changes, now totters precariously. Zhao Changkong, the heir of Marquis Dingwu, is left behind in the capital, deeply mired in difficulties with slim chances of survival. He battles through thorns and thistles, finally earning a glimmer of hope...

His brushstrokes startle the wind and rain, his poems make ghosts weep! His sword's shadow moves like a soaring swan, his spirit engulfs mountains and rivers! He revives lost ancient wisdom for the sages and brings peace to the Nine Continents!

...Years later, he stands firm, treading yin and yang to determine the universe, forever and always, he is the most revered. In this world, he alone reigns supreme.

Resurrection of spiritual energy, faith first.

Someone Li Daitao ossified the heavenly father, Buddha, and gods. They intend to use false beliefs to become enlightened. Some people have autobiographies, they believe that they are legends, so there is no need to pretend to be others. Some people become synonymous with stars, idols and everything that can be worshiped by people. They believe that no matter how false beliefs are, they are also beliefs.

And Li Yi also came back, he was not reincarnated, he just returned to his own body.

After living for 5,700 years, he was tired and exhausted. He has seen all the prosperity in the world, he has suppressed all the people in the world who are equal, he is a living immortal, he is Li Changsheng.

Now he is Li Yi, he just wants to lie down.

Then he became the fairy in the world again, this time he did nothing but lay quietly at home.

The New Bible, Da Lei Yin Book, Sword God’s Autobiography, Tianxue’s Autobiography, Qingxuan’s Autobiography…the deeds written by countless strong men cannot escape an ending, the living immortal Li Changsheng.

No matter how stunningly talented and talented, they will eventually stop in front of him.

Li Yi: Li Changsheng’s matter, what do I care about Li Yi?

He is the dead brother of Ding Qing and Li Zicheng.

He is the deepest hidden insider.

He is the sixth largest chaebol on the rise in South Korea.

But before all this, he was just a little undercover who seemed to be expelled from the police force because of being implicated.

[The plot of "New World" has started. 】

After seeing the words floating in front of his eyes, Lin Wei swore to himself.

"One day, I will trample the Korean Peninsula under my feet!"

...

"New World", "Yellow Sea", "The Insider", "Crime City"...

When countless stories converge in the same world, a legend is destined to be born in this parallel world of the Korean Peninsula.

Have you ever thought about what will happen to your girls after you have been out of the trap for a long time?

Minato fell apart because the chief left;

Hood left with his reputation and went to a distant city, Tirpitz drew fan books in order to make a living, Fletcher worked several jobs at the same time to support his sisters, and the invincible Lord Sukhbaatar held him in one hand. The black cat Oscar, holding the ferocious tiger in one hand, was a little confused;

Little Tirpitz on Children's Day, Xiao Zhai is also a young Zhai who travels across thousands of mountains and rivers in search of his boss. When you feel that mood, you just want to rebuild the glory of the past.

What kind of adc do you hope you can become?

Is it a steady development, turning into a ruthless output machine during team play, and becoming the most stable link in the team?

Or... to turn the tide from defeat, to not give up even the slightest opportunity to operate in a desperate situation, and to walk on the edge of a knife?

Li Luo: Only children make choices, I want them all!

It’s not a system text, it’s not an invincible style. There are already completed works such as “The Mercenary System of the Alliance” and “This Player Is So Sinful”

"I thought of a question."

"?"

"Most weirdos are afraid of sunlight, which is produced by the sun through the nuclear fusion of hydrogen inside."

"??"

"The sun is a nuclear fusion. Aren't hydrogen bombs also a nuclear fusion? If I detonate a hydrogen bomb, will the light radiation produced also have the effect of eliminating weird things?"

"???"

It’s just a story about a Chinese student who was able to easily and happily exorcise spirits in Tokyo.

This book contains a lot of phobias about lack of firepower, cross-server chatting, enlightenment, strange brain circuits, and reverse brainstorming. Please read with caution.

A filial son at the end of the 21st century, because of a series of time countdowns, traveled to the last Han dynasty in history, and became the good eldest son of the famous suicide master Zhu Gaoxu. Ji Yang said: With my father here, it is hard not to die. The King of Han swept the hall with a leg, and his leg ruined three generations.

Although he died, his reputation still lives on. Ji Yang:

Dad, don't do stupid things. Zhu Gaoxu: My son, save your life!

In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.

On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.

The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.

I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.

But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.

Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.

The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.

Yet I shall not yield.

I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,

pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,

and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—

Let it be known:

Strangers shall never be slaves.