Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Earl of South Los' Mansion, study room.


A slightly crisp voice kept sounding—


"Nine hundred ninety-eight, nine hundred ninety-nine, one thousand!"


After bouncing up a thousand times, Ash Bonaparte of South Los turned around, lifted a bowl of bone soup boiled by Granny Cullen, and after drinking it up, the Countess ran to the side of the bookshelf.


The Countess stood straight, chest out, back straight, trying to stretch her head up a bit more.


Upon seeing this number, the Countess immediately moved the caliper up by 5 centimeters.


Next, she took off her shoes and stuffed two layers of height-increasing insoles inside.


Growing 5 centimeters in such a short time, I am indeed impressive!"


Then, she picked up the tome that recorded the 'Grow Taller' secret technique.


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