Fantasy Westward Journey: God-level Fusion
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Thank you for the 1000 coins tip from the book friend "The Lonely Wolf". Thank you!

Thank you for your monthly votes, flowers, and comments. Thank you!

Actually, when he first started writing about this topic, he didn't feel confident either. Who would still play with feelings these days?

As an ancient game, Fantasy had already passed its most popular period. Now, it was almost cold.

There were so many books on the Feilu Heaven List, but none of them were Fantasy Westward Journey novels. It was really difficult to write in this genre and achieve results.

LoL is different. I've read so many books and I've written all sorts of things blindly. I've written the wrong skill name and player ID, but they've all made it onto the leaderboard. I'm convinced.

Therefore, I implore everyone who has flowers and votes to vote. Please, it's really important!

I won't be thick-skinned to ask for more updates or tips, but I want to ask for a collection.

The worst thing was the collection. It was only 130 points in 24 hours. The problem was that the collection was the most important. If he wanted to get a new book and push it, he had to have enough collections.

I was a newbie at Felu, so I didn't understand the various mechanisms. I could only fumble around.

My friend told me that Xin Qiang wants 6000 collectors.

Then what should I do to get 6000 favorites before 120,000 words?

Can you get up just by watching four or five chapters every day?

Isn't there a popular saying now: "You can't always think about using love to generate electricity.”

I also want to have a meal, I also want to continue writing, so every piece of data is related to whether this book can take off or not. Please support me!

Little F * ck bowed to everyone to thank them!

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