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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 · Romance
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Chapter 200: "Thank you, Miao.

Chen Miao looked at himself in the mirror, gently caressing his wrinkled cheeks, his head full of silver hair, and his hands, covered with age spots, felt too weak to grasp anything. It all felt so unreal to him.

At this moment, his mind was foggy.

He had never seen himself at the age of 70.

Could it be... he had already spent 50 years in the dream?

Wasn't it said that the time flow rate was only 10,000:1, which at most would be about twenty years?

"Since the birth of Lord Little Miao."

Lord Miao leaned over to hug Chen Miao from behind, resting his head on Chen Miao's shoulder, murmuring, "I suddenly remembered, I had long died, and you brought me into the dream to fulfill a mission."

"I remember a lot."

"Thank you, Miao."

"Forgive my selfishness for making you stay with me in the dream for forty more years."

"..."