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The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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1179 Chs

VS RAZOR

LUO JIN didn't avoid his gaze and continued to fire his shots.  Two of the players turned into light particles.  Razor also managed to finish off the other two.  Luo Jin didn't wait and fired two shots to the black-clad guy.  Unlike the two who had been eliminated by his bullets, Razor managed to dodge the incoming attack.

Luo Jin wasn't really surprised.  Somehow, he knew that this guy wouldn't be the same as the other players.  He didn't hesitate to use a skill that allowed him to fire continuous shots for 30 seconds.  Although it would use more MP than normal shots, it didn't matter.  He had more than enough potions that could replenish that in no time. 

As a Gunslinger, the bullets he used came from his MP.  Just like a Mage or a Priest.  So, he never worried about losing bullets.  Because he always stocked potions and stuff like that.  In a way, it's like he had a cartridge with an endless number of bullets.