He exited the game.
He looked at the time. It was already 11:00 A. M. The room was quiet, and only the streetlights in the corridor were still on.
After leaving the game, li xiaonian felt that there was something new in his mind.
He tried to touch it with his mind.
All of a sudden, an exquisite silver pistol appeared in his hand.
"It's true! I've materialized the explosive pistol in the real world."
Li xiaonian was not surprised to see the gun. Instead, he was worried.
The fact that luomo temple could conjure game items in the real world was enough to prove that what he said was true. He was a great prophet and could predict that he would face misfortune.
Li xiaonian's face turned bitter at the thought.
Fate, fate my ass. If everything was destined by the heavens, what meaning was there in life?
If there was really such a thing as fate, humans would no longer be themselves, but the chess pieces of fate, at the mercy of fate.
Crash ~~
