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I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."

Medieval rabbit · Sci-fi
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478 Chs

Chapter 110: "Where are we going, Miao?

"This seems more sincere..."

Chi Qiu spoke in a voice filled with hidden resentment. As things had developed to this point, what temper could he possibly have left? Initially, in a moment of hot-headedness and spurred on by the bad influence of his so-called friends, he had acted rashly, resulting in the current situation. In order to prevent things from getting even worse, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and do this.

Losing a bit of face was not a big issue.

The major issue was if Chen Miao rejected him, or didn't even plan to reconcile at all, then that would be a significant problem.

"Alright, little sister, I've never asked you for anything, just this one thing. Could you do a favor for your cousin and not tell anyone else?"

"Really?"

Yu'er nodded thoughtfully, then her eyes rolled around as a hint of anticipation flashed through them, "Then as a condition, cousin, can you buy me a roasted sweet potato on the way back? That'd be great."