@ngayhomqua67: Đi dây lại cho case ES1 Luisaga #pc#pcgaming#pcsetup#suachuamaytinhtayninh#maytinhtayninh#pcgamingtayninh

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phipho4103
Phi Phố :
quả đi dây nhét bừa, hub led + main h81 là biết luisa ga real😂😂
2025-07-13 10:21:14
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tuine551
Tui Nè :
Tui củng có quả case luisaga😁
2025-07-14 06:52:26
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something_about_ai
Ta-da :
anh đi dây con này đẹp thế, em lắp con này mà lúc bó dây nhìn kiểu gì cũng thấy không ưng👍
2025-07-13 11:59:46
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hlt_2905
Hau :
cái hub đó có bán lẻ remote ko nhỉ
2025-07-13 15:03:21
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nhushay
Shay shay :
Đi dây gọn hơ, chuyên nghiệp thế 💪👍
2025-07-13 13:47:23
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phatlm1301
phatlm1301 :
Nhìn dây dợ gọn gàng đã con mắt thật👍🏻
2025-07-13 12:48:44
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nhatthienhairstudio
NHẤT THIÊN HAIR STUDIO ™ :
Chắn chắc là H81 kkk 😂
2025-07-15 06:38:01
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d.mkiemduyettt
Cơm Rang Dưa Bò :
Dàn này đoán vội 10 củ 🤪
2025-07-14 12:12:57
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1994past
Q U O C - HDSS :
nhìn cái main vs tản thấy luaga tới nữa
2025-07-16 04:18:33
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hao.huynh95
Thanh Hào :
case vừa đẹp vừa chiến mọi game 🤡 qua ytb
2025-07-13 19:02:32
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danh236623
Duy Anh Review :
nhìn cái cây là biết main h81🤡 . loà loẹt luaga🤡
2025-07-15 04:32:32
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hanulsarang618
Khoai lang nướng :
Mắt thẩm mỹ có vấn đề thật chưa kể bên trong riêng case là thấy siêu hút bụi rồi
2025-07-13 10:36:29
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thinhdz__
nthinh_photographer📸 :
vẫn là luisaga😂
2025-07-13 16:14:31
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gojo parts for animations /   The snow in Shinjuku fell in fat, silence-heavy flakes, melting the instant they touched the black wool of Satoru Gojo’s high-collared jacket. He stood at the center of the crosswalk, hands buried deep in his pockets, surrounded by the hum of thousands of oblivious pedestrians rushing toward warmth. To them, he was just an impossibly tall young man standing perfectly still amidst the urban flood, wearing a thick blindfold that should have rendered him utterly blind. To the unseen curses slithering between the neon-lit skyscrapers, however, he was a blinding, absolute sun—a singularity of cursed energy so immense that it bent the very air around him. ​Satoru shifted his weight, his lips curling into that effortless, mildly infuriating smirk that made both allies and enemies want to punch him. Beneath the dark cloth covering his eyes, the Six Eyes were quietly processing the world in infinite detail. He didn’t just see the street; he saw the atomic motion of the falling snow, the faint crimson glow of cursed energy pulsing in a alleyway three blocks away, and the precise velocity of a stray raindrop drifting off a nearby awning. Infinity was active, as it always was, creating an invisible, mathematical threshold around his skin. Nothing touched him unless he willed it. The world could scream, explode, or collapse, but at a distance of zero point zero zero one millimeters, everything simply stopped. ​A low, guttural snarl vibrated through the pavement. A Special Grade curse—a grotesque, multi-limbed monstrosity forged from decades of human fear and urban misery—emerged from the shadowed concrete of the subterranean subway line. Its eyes bulged with murderous intent, its dripping jaw opening wide to release a blast of compressed, toxic curse energy that tore through the asphalt, intent on erasing the man in black. ​Gojo didn’t even take his hands out of his pockets. ​
gojo parts for animations / The snow in Shinjuku fell in fat, silence-heavy flakes, melting the instant they touched the black wool of Satoru Gojo’s high-collared jacket. He stood at the center of the crosswalk, hands buried deep in his pockets, surrounded by the hum of thousands of oblivious pedestrians rushing toward warmth. To them, he was just an impossibly tall young man standing perfectly still amidst the urban flood, wearing a thick blindfold that should have rendered him utterly blind. To the unseen curses slithering between the neon-lit skyscrapers, however, he was a blinding, absolute sun—a singularity of cursed energy so immense that it bent the very air around him. ​Satoru shifted his weight, his lips curling into that effortless, mildly infuriating smirk that made both allies and enemies want to punch him. Beneath the dark cloth covering his eyes, the Six Eyes were quietly processing the world in infinite detail. He didn’t just see the street; he saw the atomic motion of the falling snow, the faint crimson glow of cursed energy pulsing in a alleyway three blocks away, and the precise velocity of a stray raindrop drifting off a nearby awning. Infinity was active, as it always was, creating an invisible, mathematical threshold around his skin. Nothing touched him unless he willed it. The world could scream, explode, or collapse, but at a distance of zero point zero zero one millimeters, everything simply stopped. ​A low, guttural snarl vibrated through the pavement. A Special Grade curse—a grotesque, multi-limbed monstrosity forged from decades of human fear and urban misery—emerged from the shadowed concrete of the subterranean subway line. Its eyes bulged with murderous intent, its dripping jaw opening wide to release a blast of compressed, toxic curse energy that tore through the asphalt, intent on erasing the man in black. ​Gojo didn’t even take his hands out of his pockets. ​"Honestly," Satoru sighed, his tone lighter than a summer breeze, "you guys never try anything new." ​The cursed beam struck the absolute space surrounding Gojo and instantly flattened, sliding off his invisible barrier like water off polished glass. The shockwave blew back the hair of passing commuters, who looked around in confusion, feeling only a sudden, unnatural gust of wind. The monster bellowed in confusion, lunging forward with ten clawed arms aimed directly at Gojo’s throat. ​With a single fluid motion, Gojo lifted his right hand. He hooked two fingers together with casual precision. ​"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue." ​A tiny, infinitely dense point of magnetic attraction manifested right in front of the beast’s chest. The gravitational pull was immediate and violent. The space between the monster and the anomaly collapsed in on itself, pulling the creature’s mass into a crushing, agonizing spiral. Bones snapped like dry twigs, flesh tore, and the curse shrieked as its body was violently compressed toward the void. ​Before the creature could even register the distortion, Gojo lifted his left hand, extending his middle finger over his pointer. ​"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red." ​From the tip of his finger, a microscopic speck of pure, divergent crimson light erupted. Where Blue pulled space together, Red forcefully expanded it. The miniature singularity detonated with the force of a localized supernova. The repulsive wave blasted through the crushed torso of the beast, obliterating its upper half into a fine mist of vanishing purple residue. The remaining lower limbs collapsed onto the wet asphalt before dissolving into ash. ​Silence returned to the crosswalk. Gojo lowered his hand, tilted his head back, and stretched his long limbs with a lazy yawn. He reached up, sliding the black blindfold up just enough to reveal one striking, radiant blue eye.. #animefans #animators #animation #partsforanimation #jujutsukaisenfans

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