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 "Please make a contract with me..."
 When she fell asleep, Qingchuan seemed to see a burning red flame, no, more accurately, it was a transparent red dumpling, the edge was like water and flames jump. Obviously it is a cute little thing, but the whole sad and sad painting style is gloomy.
 "Please make a contract with me..."
 Little Hongtuan said the same thing over and over again, obviously still in the same tone, the more he went to the back, the more hesitant and sad he became, as if the last one in the hand of the person who fell off the cliff was about to break The vines, eager and desperate.
 It's so strange, how can I dream of such a strange thing... Qing Chuan rubbed his sore temples, his fever reached 39 degrees, he took a hanging needle and took medicine, but the situation was still not very good. A few friends I can trust happen to be traveling, my sister is in another city, and there are more than 100 mobile phone contacts, but I can't find anyone I can trust completely.
 "Please make a contract with me..."
 This strange red dumpling can't say anything else?
 Qing Chuan seemed to see it shrinking into a ball in fear and despair, he couldn't help reaching out and patted it lightly, "Okay, that's fine."
 As soon as the voice fell, Qing Chuan only saw it expand, his eyes were red, and he lost consciousness.
 "Um...it hurts..."
 Qingchuan woke up with pain, and the wrist position was painful and swollen like it was burning. But when he really came to his senses, he found himself lying on the wooden floor. This is a small room, at most five or six square meters, but there is a small bed, a small cabinet and a pair of desks and chairs. Things are crowded and messy, and there is no space under the bed.
 
 "Yeah-"
 His head hurt so badly, it was worse than the rib fracture he had ever endured, and many images floated through his mind intermittently, like small beads, and finally strung together All the memories of a stranger. This huge amount of memory is like a bucket of water being stuffed into a soda can. Qingchuan fell to the ground and groaned. He felt that his brain was about to burst.
 It took a long time for the pain to dissipate, Qing Chuan lay on the ground panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, almost wet the floor below.
 Two different memories are fighting and intertwining in the body, as if different personalities are fighting, Qingchuan's eyes sometimes become very painful, full of anger and resentment, and sometimes they become very tough Peaceful.
 In the end, Qingchuan's memory firmly prevailed, insisting on his own existence in the storm, his painfully twisted face slowly calmed down, and the memory of another person was suppressed in the deepest part, Just as an aid and supplement.
 "Artisan System?"
 Qing Chuan looked at the triangular mark on his wrist, which was the main reason for him to appear here. This small triangle was originally just a triangular red agate. The origin is not complicated. I bought it at a street stall and I don’t usually wear it. I just remembered that there was such a thing.
 To say that it is a bad thing, it is not, but it has to complete the task if it does not want the energy to be exhausted and dissipated, and there are many rewards for completing the task, and it is also disguised as longevity. But the problem is that Qingchuan himself does not actually have such a need. Although his parents are dead, he still has a sister and niece, and there is no lack of family and friendship. Work is a writer of criminal detective novels. He has published three novels and eight short stories, one of which was adapted into a mobile game. His annual income is acceptable. He also has an office building under his name. income.
 So he doesn't have any idea of ​​urgently changing his fate, the system is purely a touch of porcelain.
 He is being bought by force and sold by force. I don't know how my sister over there will react when she sees her sudden death. Fortunately, he has made a will early and has arrangements for his aftermath.
 I probably sensed Qingchuan's current dissatisfaction. The triangle mark became hot to show its presence, and then floated in the air: The nest is really useful, log in once a day and get one point, three Points can buy a three-pound Australian dragon~ and your favorite Atlantic salmon, hairy crab, sea bass...
 A travel agency can run around the world, wear whatever you want, cut whatever hairstyle you want, use the hairdryer in the bathroom, and turn on the computer, you can own the whole world. These days, even an emperor can’t live well without me, right?”
 "In addition to the basic materials for food and clothing, there is also a virtual classroom where masters teach skills, and the skills learned in each world are permanently owned. And, think about it, rounding up we are immortal Eh." The triangular mark shuddered, jumped out from the wrist, turned into a round little fireball and started to speak.
 "Oh, I won't say anything else. Just now, other people's memories flooded in, and I almost forgot who I am. Do I have to come here every time I travel?"
 "...No, no, it won't work after a few more times." The triangular mark is particularly guilty, and the voice is slightly higher later, "Also, this process is a process of soul condensing, the most The intuitive feeling is that memory has improved, don't you think the memory in your brain is very clear now?"
 "The main task is to become a first-class craftsman, with master craftsmanship, prestige that is admired by thousands of people, and well-known in the country. The world is divided into classes, scholars, peasants, industry and commerce, where are workers? Poor, admired by all people?! Famous in the whole country?!"
 "You can look at this issue separately, to become a first-class craftsman with master craftsmanship, which is a requirement for technology, admired by thousands of people and famous in the country, this is a requirement for your own prestige. But! It is mandatory that prestige must come from the identity of a craftsman. Otherwise, you can take the imperial examination first, become a generational boss, and develop the craftsmanship by the way?"
 Qingchuan:…
 "And oh, this is the host's first world, and it plays a screening role. It's like a company interview. The school is divided into elite classes. It will be a little more difficult, and it will not be so difficult in the future. I can fish for three days and dry the net for two days, I am the most host-minded dove in the system."
 If we agree, we can cooperate happily. Before that, how about we hand over the details? For example, what happens if the task is not completed? How many systems of the same type exist in one world? Suppose we meet, do we have the power to protect ourselves? ?"
 "I haven't completed the main task, the points are not enough, you will die here, I will fall asleep again, because of the lack of energy, I may dissipate when I fall asleep, and then be recycled by the master brain for reuse. So let's work together. It’s over. The side quests are unknown. As for the systems produced by the same factory, there are generally no more than two worlds in one world. Each person’s choice in an instant can generate one million possibilities, and there are one million derivative worlds, plus various types of worlds. The world formed by various legends of literary, film and television works... There are so many worlds, how can you possibly encounter them? It is possible to encounter a system produced by a black factory. You can tell at a glance, what kind of strategy system, green hat system, and murder system? It's right to destroy the three views. Our life-like systems, let's not fight them hard hahaha..."
 The smaller the fireball, the smaller the vibration.
 Qingchuan will understand, it means that they are both scumbags.
 "Last question, why me?"
 "By chance."
 "By chance?" Qing Chuan's eyebrows were raised high, he looked at his wrist in disbelief, wasn't it because he was gifted, smart and lovely, handsome and charming?
 "The energy is not enough, if you don't stimulate it, you have to wait for death, and there is only one suitable for you nearby... In fact, I found several before, but even when I was drowsy, I didn't promise me, only You are more... kind."
 Just a suspicious pause, right? In fact, I was thinking that he was stupid, right?
 Qing Chuan didn't want to say anything for a moment, he climbed onto the small wooden bed, just wanted to be alone.
 The autism didn't last long, and hunger woke him up.
 . The yard is not small, there are some filtered mud, the reddish-brown mud is like brewing bean paste, and there are some moderately soft and hard mud bricks on the ground.
 The original owner started to study with the master as an apprentice from the age of seven. This master has mediocre craftsmanship and can teach not much. He really does not teach for a long time. Instead, he uses it as a free laborer for several years. Wanting to learn something is like this these days. The hardest thing is to be an apprentice. The old master wants the apprentice to work, but he doesn't want to teach his true skills, and he wants to be famous. It's also very contradictory.
 However, the old master passed away last year, and these apprentices were passively hired. The original owner has been making mud bricks there for so many years. As for learning, so although it is 'student', but the craft is not at home, and I have not made any money. The widowed mother didn't say anything. The elder brother and elder sister-in-law at home saw him eating rice at home and were particularly disgusted.
 I don't blame them, the family hasn't separated yet, my father died early, the original owner is always raised by the brothers, and the third generation has been in the past few years, and the expenditure is increasing day by day, the original owner is good It's easy to learn and teach, but they don't make money to eat rice. It's normal for them to be unhappy.
 At the end of last year, the third brother of the family got married, but he moved into the coffin shop in the town. , the third brother went to the town, the eldest brother inherited the old house and most of the land, the second brother took the cattle and the rest of the land. Since the original owner was going to be a craftsman, he didn't take the land, but took the money. There are more than 80 taels, which is a big number in the countryside.
 He can also talk, and he is one of the most promising among the relatives. The most important thing is that the original owner's betrothal target is the cousin of the cousin's uncle's house. He is going to take the room and board of the future old husband. It would be better if he can get married naked.
 But this matter is not what he wants to do. In the case of the original owner, it doesn't matter what he wants. Even if you have a serious job, it will be fine, but in the end you have nothing, the future is bleak, you can't rely on the ancestral shadow, you have no house and no savings. Under such conditions, no one who has no brains can marry his daughter casually, and this cousin thinks so too.
 His cousin did not take him in, and the young man lived at home, even the unmarried couple was inconvenient. The inn required ten copper coins a day, and he couldn't afford it. He didn't go back. Instead, he asked an intermediary to introduce him to a very cheap house that burned people to death. This is the current one. The location is relatively remote, and with the death of a family of five, everything inside is almost burned, even if it is almost one acre in size, it only costs seventy taels of silver.
 My cousin is not too young, sixteen years old, and I can’t wait a few years. My uncle said that if he can find a serious job in the city within six months, even if he can get enough money for a month, he I also want to marry my daughter.
 This condition is not harsh, and the original owner understood it himself, so he went looking for a job. It's not easy to work in the city. You have to learn for three years to wash dishes in the back kitchen. Even if you work as a coolie at the dock, people think he is too thin, and work like Yexiang is full. The original owner learned to make mud bricks in a few years, but the clay figurines in the city are also small businesses, and they cannot hire a single person to make mud, not to mention there are apprentices who do not spend money. He searched and searched, but he couldn't find it, so he had to pay for it.
 He is also a yamen servant, a younger generation whom the cousin is very optimistic about. He is still strong and fits the mainstream aesthetics of the people at the bottom. He is a year older than his cousin, and he is more caring and understanding of women.
 The gatekeepers... lose all.
 The result is obvious, I haven't arrived for half a year, my fiancee is gone, coupled with the high prices in the provincial capital and no job, there are only 22 taels left in the 80 taels around, and I will be swept out of the house as a beggar. . He was so angry that he went back to his hometown, but no one comforted him, and he was laughed at by his brother and sister-in-law. He didn't feel the warmth of the family at all. The original owner was only fifteen years old, in the second year of middle school. When he was emotionally excited, he swallowed gold... It wasn't real gold, he couldn't swallow it, it was a piece of copper he swallowed.
 "Is the brass still in the stomach?"
 "No, I took it out."
 "Oh." Qing Chuan relaxed a little, and he went to the makeshift kitchen to look for it, but there was basically nothing left. There was a little porridge left over yesterday, and it went sour overnight in this weather. The aboriginal people don’t care if they are rancid or not. Food is precious, and Qingchuan is not good enough. He is used to being extraordinarily hypocritical because of the abundant and cheap supplies of modern times.
 I had no choice but to open the mall in the system to find it, there are many raw and rough processed ingredients, the price is very low, one point can buy ten pounds of white rice. Now he only has a lonely login point, he bought ten pounds of white rice, and he was in a hurry to burn wood and cook porridge.
 It takes some time to cook the porridge, Qingchuan was idle and had nothing to do. He reached out and grabbed a piece of ooze. Before the water in it boiled, he squeezed a living longan goldfish, and the whole system was stunned.
 "You! You here?"
 "My university majors in sculpture, I have a first-class scholarship every year, and I have won several awards." Qingchuan picked out a bamboo slice to hook a fish scale, and said casually, "I used to After a while, the professor thought that my talent was not bad. If he wanted to accept an apprentice, he instructed me to go to the Department of Surgery of the medical school to see other people's anatomy. After two years of class, I also made a girlfriend who is gentle and considerate, beautiful and coquettish, oh, she is really a winner in life."
 "What about your girlfriend?" The system is very curious.
 "She's gone." Qing Chuan sighed sadly, feeling down.
 "My condolences," said the system.
 "Oh, it's alright. Because the nature of the serial murder is extremely bad, I was sentenced to death. I sent her in." Qing Chuan was so calm that he stifled the next comforting words of the system in the bud. "Thanks to my sincerity, people thought of dissecting me as a specimen. Do you think it's too much? I'm really a little embarrassed about this kind of particularly perfect girl."
 System: "..." doesn't understand you humans too well.
 "However, after this incident, I suddenly became very interested in criminal investigation. After graduation, I did not continue my major, but became an online writer specializing in writing cases. The teacher is very disappointed hahaha."
 While speaking, Qing Chuan had already pinched the goldfish in his hand, but a simple piece of bamboo in his hand was comparable to a pile of delicate utensils. It seems that it will become a living walk at any time. But he didn't seem satisfied, looked at it, frowned, and pinched it directly.
 "Too rough."
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 “Please sign a contract with me…” The cowardly and cute craftsman system thought that he had finally found the host in his mind: I don’t ask you to be ninety, sixty thousand years old, and an extra waste. 
 “But.” Qing Chuan, the seemingly gentle and amiable-looking new host, choked his fate while smiling, “I want to see the scenery at a high place, what’s the difference.” 
 A lonely, persistent, free and uninhibited soul, experiencing the ups and downs of life in different worlds, step by step out of the established destiny. 
 Life should be a carnival until death. Dreams are not dead, people are not dead. 
 And A and sassy bosses – daily soy sauce loyal dogs attack. 
 double C. 
 The presence of the attacking gentleman is slightly lower.
 The first world: It looks like an ordinary ancient times, but it hides the setting of the martial arts world. I’m sorry, I just want to be an official. (Finish) 
 The Second World: Through the 1960s, the butcher is really busy and doesn’t look for a partner, thank you. (Finish) 
 The third world: overhead modern, I cut clothes and wear needles orchid fingers, but I am a straight man, probably. (Finish) 
 The fourth world: travel through the 1970s, taste the country food, enjoy the tranquility of the years, and the world is worth it. (Finish) 
 Fifth World: I have a small idea, others can carry a botanical garden, why can’t I carry a monster shelter? (Finish) 
 The sixth world: parallel modern, entertaining human beings during the day, entertaining ghosts at night, I have wine, do you have a story? (Finish) 
 The Seventh World: Future Interstellar, a strange family with abnormal ethics, and the little cabbage whose father does not love and does not love turn against the wind. (Finish) 
 The Eighth World: Parallel Space, quests, help players who have been swept away by high-risk games survive at least one existential crisis. (Finish) 
 The ninth world: Western fantasy world, the great elf lord, please make the cursed land a paradise of life again. (Finish) 
 The tenth world: modern entertainment, the value of a star is not only beautiful appearance and excellent talent, but also conveys correct values ​​to the society, please work hard and be fresh. (Finish) 
 The last world: The malice from the high-latitude civilization shrouded the world. In the deepest part of the devil’s lair, there is a treasure that their taskers want to snatch – the world tree. Let’s go, warriors! (Finish) 
 Extra World: Farming in the countryside and raising a cat. The most rare thing in life is that your family and friends are safe and healthy, and you are always happy. (while in progress)
 Content tags: Farming text Food Fast wear Shuangwen 
 Search keywords: protagonist: Qingchuan ┃ supporting role: Wei Ge ┃ others: system, fast wear, food, age, life flow, farming culture, entertainment circle 
 One sentence introduction: Addicted to upgrade unintentional love
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 A famous website had a live farm channel with a very special anchor. In the fish pond where he worked, the smallest fish was at least a meter long. Whenever people got close to them, the fish used their tails to smack them.
 Visitors felt that it was impossible for someone to eat one of these fish in their lifetime.
 Then one day, Yan Ran arrived at the fish pond. This new boss was not only beautiful and exquisite, but also an excellent chef. After that, the style of the show changed.
 “This fish is too fat, it will affect its health. It can be made into sweet and sour fish!
 “The weather’s been very cold recently, so the grass carp might struggle to survive. I’ll make them into boiled fish!”
 “Urgh, how can catfish whiskers roll like noodles? The ugliness is blinding! Well, lets braise them!”
 One day when Yan Ran was about to eat a live fish on his show, a big glowing fish appeared in his tank.
 Live visitors: ▼_▼
 Koi King( Koi : A fish that represents good luck): ▼_▼
 Yan Ran: So big, needs two grills, one for salty and one for spicy! [JPG(Picture): Excited Cat Ears]
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 One day, Jiao Bai went home and passed by the small bookstore, walked in. The boss recommended a batch of new goods to him with a fatherly face, all of which were rotten. He went home happily, but was hit by a car at the intersection in front of his house, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was in a BE scumbag.
 Hehehe. Jiao Bai folded his hands on his stomach, lying on the big white bed with a peaceful face, he dressed as one of the candidates… of the little stepmother of that scumbag. Oh, by the way, the protagonist in the manhua, the cheap Shou, is the white moonlight of the character he passed through. Now, washing up in the bathroom is an old friend of the protagonist gong’s dad, and next door is the slag gong’s dad and his old friend’s ‘Little Pepper’.
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 Zhangsun Zijun and Yi Xichen are the protagonists of the novel “Record of Nine Thousand Vicissitudes.” One is solid and reserved; the other is free-spirited and uninhibited. As fellow disciples under the same master who grew up together, the two have a deep friendship that was strengthened by their numerous life and death adventures together.
 However, in a popular yaoi fanfiction, the personalities of these two characters is completely OOC. Zhangsun Zijun turned into an insanely jealous, insatiable s*x addict madly in love with his wife Yi Xichen. Yi Xichen turned into a sweet, delicate little angel. Their daily life was full of kinky bedroom activities…
 Suddenly, the Zhangsun Zijun character from the fanfiction was transported into the world of the original novel.
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 A strange phenomenon fell down from the sky and aliens came over Earth.
 Office nerd Fu Shiwu’s life was turned upside down, but luckily for him, Tang Xuhai, his fierce and powerful neighbour whom he wasn’t exactly on good terms with, took him on a journey to escape.
 But Fu Shiwu could never imagine that halfway through the escape, this unbreakable man turned out to carry a steel plate in his body, which brought on an infection and sent him into a deadly fever.
 In order to save him, Fu Shiwu, a professional elite who couldn’t even restrain a chicken, had to bite the bullet and go all out on the unknown terror waiting outside.
 In this apocalypse, people survived with all sorts of tricks.
 By having IQ, having muscles, or hugging the right thighs!
 In order to compete for resources and talents, they also had to fully exhibit their character, their morals and even their weaknesses.
 Fu Shiwu and Tang Xuhai’s team would like to implicitly express that: They definitely had all the above “virtues”.
 — This is a story with zero system, zero rebirth, zero transmigration but still the right amount of golden fingers to pave a new way for humanity.
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 Six robots on the run after being given an order to self destruct land on an unknown planet outside the range of every other interstellar planet. Without a human master, these six elite military robots are prepared to die, that is until they meet a four year old boy, the last child of the original planet called Earth. 
 Mu Gen lived on the forgotten planet for 16 years with his “adopted” father, five uncles and one little brother. After the robots decide it is time for Mu Gen to live with other humans, they embark on a mission to bring him into society. 
 With the mission to go into society, the seven robots and the 16 year old Mu Gen travel through space, dodging meteors, flying at fast speeds and soon stumble upon … 
 A giant chicken??! 
 Young Olivia modelled his spaceship after a famous childhood cartoon chicken and went galavanting through space. With long blond hair, multiple piercings and an ‘I don’t care’ attitude and dinosaur heritage, Olivia is surprised to see a small spaceship attach to his MengMeng undetected. 
 These two talented youngsters begin their journey that will bring great changes to the world. And the first thing they want to do is…. 
 Mu Gen: To become a chef! 
 Olivia: Then I’ll be become a patisserie… and open a shop with Mu Gen… ≥∇≤ 
 (Note: This is not a romance novel. It’s about the life and progress of Mu Gen and Olivia as they grow and become adults.) 
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 Sheng Xing Ze accidentally gets pulled into an absurd BL story and becomes the cannon fodder villain who only lives up to three chapters of the book. 
 In order to survive, he decides to stay away from the protagonists. 
 #You follow your unrequited love, I will follow my mediator dream#
 The director and his wife are having a quarrel: 
 Sheng Xing Ze: I’m coming! 
 After that, the filming crew watches as the director runs around confessing his love to his wife on a loudspeaker.
 The Idol King and the Idol Queen breaks up: 
 Shen Xing Ze: I’m coming! 
 After that, the news of the Idol King kneeling down on one knee to propose to his girlfriend is all over Weibo.
 The president and his wife wants to divorce: 
 Shen Xing Ze: I’m coming! 
 Later on, the president books out the entire building to apologize to his wife.
 The Film Emperor and his boyfriend quarrels: 
 Shen Xing Ze: …Don’t get in my business. 
 The Film Emperor: …. 
 #Got found out that I’ve mistaken my spouse likes to wear women clothes, what should I do, waiting for response#
 Shen Xing Ze’s fans have always been in distress, their idol is so different from other idols. 
 Other idols will try to compete for a chance to be the male lead, but their idol only focuses on being the golden mediator. 
 Other idols’ fan meetings will have games for them to play to win the idols’ autographs, their fan meeting is about requests to sort out family conflicts and couple quarrels. 
 The Film Emperor and other famous celebrities are willing to let him gain some popularity from them, their idol will straight out reject them because he doesn’t know them well. 
 #Idol wants to retire from acting to become the host of a blind date show#
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 In his last life, he was a superstar that dominated the entertainment circle. In this life, he is a rebellious second generation wastrel.
 Confronting the aunt and uncle who wants to seize the family property and getting rid of those slag friends who only know how to eat and drink…
 Rong Xu: To not speak out means to perish in the silence!
 From starting out as a third-rate celebrity, he had to rely on his own efforts to rise to the top of the entertainment circle, aspiring to once again sit on the throne!
 Their first meeting —
 Rong Xu: Hello, I’m Rong Xu. This would be our first time meeting, I would appreciate your guidance.
 Qin Cheng: !!! (…Aahhh, He’s so cute! I really want to sleep with him!)
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 Yan Wushi had walked a path full of blood and corpses.
 He did not believe in the good nature of humanity. Even more so, he did not believe that there could be someone with great kindness and sense of justice, who would be so considerate of others without asking anything in return.
 One day, Shen Qiao, who was the sect leader of Mount Xuandu, the number one Daoist sect under the heavens, was challenged to a duel but somehow fell off the cliff.
 Yan Wushi happened to pass by down there.
 Seeing Shen Qiao who was seriously injured to the point of dying, he suddenly came up with a perfect idea…
 After thousands of autumns, who could stay eternal?
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 For a certain LOL competition, a certain online streamer famous for pissing people off was currently explaining and broadcasting it at the same time.
 Streamer: This support, so tr*sh.
 Streamer: If that jungler was my teammate, I would already be idling at the fountain and playing piano for him by now.
 Streamer: I recommend that this player go back and properly practice how to last hit.
 Audience: What bullshit! If you’re any better, then you do it!
 Streamer: Daddy I really can do it.
 Audience: Okokok. If you can do it then I’ll chop off my head so you can kick it.
 A few months later, LOL’s veteran pro team TTC announced a new mid laner. A boy with flashy blue hair appeared in front of the audience and played Zed to utter perfection, killing everyone he saw, causing all the female fans to begin toeing the line of infidelity.
 During the MVP interview after the match, everyone held their breath and eagerly watched this newcomer.
 Only to see the boy accept the microphone, smile and ask, “That water friend with the StarTV user ID ‘Suburb King 101,’ my team’s address is on the official website, when will you mail your head over?”
 After a certain regular season match finished, the staff member went backstage to urge the team members to go onstage and conduct their interviews, only to see TTC’s new mid laner and jungler standing in the corner.
 TTC’s number one ace · jungler daddy Road pressed their team’s new mid laner Soft against the wall. He lowered his eyes and asked slowly, “The interview later, do you know what to do?”
 That quick-tempered mid laner, who had solidified his image as a troll in the audience’s eyes the very first time he went on stage, was currently blushing completely red. “I know. I won’t curse at anyone… I definitely won’t curse at anyone.”
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 Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident. 
 Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate. 
 Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.
 Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison? 
 Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town. 
 The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days. 
 However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby, 
 But a monster…
 Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth. 
 A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!
 Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard. 
 This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin. 
 However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him. 
 Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…
 Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.
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 Legend has it that the world’s most formidable man Xu Shuangtze owned a cherished portrait of his deceased wife. But no one knew that on its back was another portrait of his arch rival who Xu Shuangtze had killed with his own hands.
 Sixteen years ago, the Chief of Immortal Alliance’s Department of Discipline, Gong Wei, brought a blade with him on the Immortal Ascension Platform. His assassination of Xu Shuangtze failed and he was slain on the spot by the sword named No Way Out.
 Sixteen years later, Gong Wei opened his eyes and found himself reborn in the body of a beautiful fool who even had to kneel down when talking to Lord Xu.
 This was not the only disturbing thing for him.
 Because of his ravishing good looks, remarkable power and status as well as his premature death in his previous life, he was now the beloved muse of countless writers. Books and stories featuring him as the main lead to all kinds of relationships were circulated far and wide. Even among the famous sects there were rumours of his forbidden encounters with every sect leader…
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 Lin Mu rescued a Samoyed.
 Capable of eating, smiling, has a high IQ. Picks up anything you teach him quickly, a good helper around the house.
 The only thing was that he doesn’t bark nor wag his tail.
 Lin Mu took a ham sausage and coaxed for the thousandth time, “wag your tail, and this ham sausage is yours to eat.”
 The Samoyed raised his eyes impatiently, and with a single shake of his tail, shook out nine.
 Lin Mu: …… F*ck.
 Afterwards, the fox that did not wish to reveal his name, Mr. Yan Xuanjing, said in an interview: “Now I regret, I deeply regret. At that time, I shouldn’t have pretended to be a dog to take advantage of him, shouldn’t have touched him, rubbed against him, eaten his food and slept in his bed. Now I have a home that I can’t return to and a wife I can’t sleep with, I regret, deeply regret.”
 A learned and easy-going professional grudge-bearing Shou x A certain nine-tailed fox who refuses to say his name and was forced to go to the mortal realm without money Gong
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