That day, Qi Long, who had been away from the crosstalk stage for a long time due to an accident, received a rescue call from his senior brother Deyun, the owner of the troupe, and returned to the crosstalk stage.
Unexpectedly, his innovative crosstalk was learned by his disciples.
There is no distinction between big and small on the stage, and the evil disciples who build new graves off the stage make fun of their master's height every day.
The various evil jokes make the comedians feel like they are going through a tribulation in every scene...
Even the traditional disciple was led like crazy by this uncle.
Boss Guo: Stop hanging out with your uncle, you’re leading my apprentice astray!
Sixteen-year-old Sheehan Asta, only the matter of "Climbing the Tower" remains in his life. "Whatever your wish is, as long as you climb to the top of the tower, you can fulfill it." Any wish can be fulfilled. This is indeed an irresistible temptation for ordinary people, enough to make them give up everything for it. But Sheehan Asta didn't climb the tower to fulfill his wish. Only she can fulfill her wish herself. So are you going to climb the tower? Even if it takes a gamble on your life." Of course. Because she had a reason to have to climb the tower. Allow me to take the liberty of asking, what is your wish? "
Dry blood, old body; withered seeds of life, ugly battle scars. As an old knight, Goss is dying. He returns to his hometown and accepts death calmly like a stray dog. His former teammate, now a plane witch, kidnaps a white-haired, red-eyed vampire lolita for him. "Sign a master-servant contract with her. You shouldn't die so lonely like this, Goss."...
Player race, one of the most powerful races in the multiverse.
Data body, kill monsters to upgrade, learn quickly, add points to improve... perfect positive and negative feedback, bringing a smooth and powerful experience.
Task instructions, map labels, color-coded names, favorability displays... simplify your thinking and enjoy a relaxed life.
God's perspective, forced unity, perfect operation, micro-control and remote control... With such amazing wisdom, there is no force that cannot grow sustainably.
Resurrection after death, creating a new character, saving and loading saves, exiting the game... Oh, players are just superior.
Console, change data, MOD implantation, gamification of the world... Not convinced? You open it too!
With any one of these abilities, ordinary people would be considered powerful. If they possessed all of them, wouldn't they be able to kill their way through the world?
Players plant white stop the war table...
"What? This evil god requires us to practice for three hours every day, receive top-level skills for free, and can only pray during rest time, and also distributes elixirs?"
……
"Great Master, please give us the oracle!"
"I command you to become a Martial Saint!"
Princes, generals and ministers are passers-by from heaven and earth.
Traffickers, footmen, and pawns are all reduced to dust.
Really, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow, right and wrong, success and failure turn around in vain.
In the thirty-seventh year of Jianwu, Li Ping'an traveled through the Daqian Dynasty and obtained the treasure of merit. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn...
Yu Qing escapes from a utopian paradise that has been isolated from the world for over a century. He crashes into the fractured city-state society of year 2C64, accompanied by five humanoid beauties, traversing a bizarre world where genetic overabundance has run amok.
In this world of startlingly perfect technology, humanity has splintered into countless forms. With extraordinary intelligence and cunning, he maneuvers among beast-men and city-states, narrowly escaping misfortune time and again. He severs emotions and abandons ties, driven only by the search for his kind—to rescue the final nine original humans from the brink of extinction.
Yet his arrival quietly ignites a deadly struggle between two powerful factions, and unknowingly triggers the countdown to humanity’s extinction—set for 299 days later...
"The one with little strategy herds through the mundane like oxen and horses
the master strategist herds heaven and earth like dogs and sheep."
Bring your own game board and travel to a world of plausibility.
But the game I play is a text hang-up game! What happened to this monster that came from its mouth?
Fortunately, on-hook games also have their own advantages. Everything is based on data, which affects the real world. Although it is nonsense, it is really delicious!
The humble author opens a new book, please support!