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 Dr. Chu didn't mean to lower his voice at all. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.
 He Jianlan turned his head abruptly, his eyes rolling between the white-haired young man and the doctor in white coat without any secret.
 Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in a bit of astonishment, with worry in his azure blue eyes.
 No one knows what the "check" this dangerous doctor is talking about, and why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first.
 But there is no doubt that Zong Jiu has no room for rejection.
 In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders of medical staff. The hapless man lying on the operating table just now is the best example.
 In the copy of the horror film, the survivalist is the existence at the bottom of the food chain. Not only must you avoid those unknown ‘good friends’, but you must also not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the instance score be increased, but on the contrary, it will be back down.
 It wasn’t a team that didn’t want to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key npc in that dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone got the "F" rating of the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement the whole team obliteration.
 This resulted in the unprecedented power of the dungeon NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this personal show.
 Since they have entered the dungeon, they have to follow the rules of this dungeon. People who do not follow the rules usually have no good end.
 "Line up, one by one."
 The doctor waved his hand, and the full-faced nurses were like pushing chickens, pushing all the people in hospital gowns into the aisle between the operating room and the corridor.
 By the time, there are only two people left in the largest operating room.
 The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed his letter, and the obsidian cold snake eyes stared at the white patch without blinking.
 Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like stagnant water.
 He hasn't forgotten the setting of the autistic teenager on his ID card, and now he is also playing this role perfectly, trying not to be seen by this nasty npc.
 In the vision of his eyes, he just stepped on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the prestige of some grinning fate.
 The leather shoes are approaching.
 Stepped through the danger zone.
 The shadow completely enveloped him.
 Immediately afterwards, the man took off his left glove slowly, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, and lifted the young man's face semi-compulsively.
 The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
 Only after getting close, he will find that he has an amazing personality charm, fierce and sharp, with a deep sense of disobedience.
 He stared at those pale pink eyes, half amazed and half meaningful.
 "Look, a rare albinism with autism."
 Zong Jiu, who was staring at him so straightforwardly, didn't move at all, and he didn't even respond at all.
 The young man was forced to raise his head, the headband tied behind his ear was untied, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders like a ribbon.
 His beautiful face was numb and indifferent without a trace of blemish, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He looked beautifully like a delicate puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul.
 Perhaps it is this indifference that makes men interested.
 "Sizzle—"
 Without warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting down along the texture.
 The cloth slipped lightly to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air.
 The young man's upper body has no fat, and the waist/body is slender, and the beautifully shaped body lines are tight in the dim light, like the finest, non-adulterated jade, which is bright and disappearing, so you can see the incredible.
 The trainees behind him swallowed.
 The barrage of Zong Jiu’s live broadcast directly exploded, and the number of online users has risen almost exponentially.
 [Fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, this doctor contemporary male Bodhisattva! 】
 [I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl]
 [Who can stand such a crit of beauty! I just ask! also! Have! Who! 】
 [I’m giao, I rushed in from other people’s live broadcast rooms, I’ll just lick it first if I don’t say much.]
 [It's worthy of being the number one face value of the horror trainee... It's absolutely absolutely impossible, my hand has already begun to disobey the screenshot]
 The eyes of the man hidden behind the gold-threaded glasses glowed with thick ink, like an abyss.
 "it's beautiful......"
 The doctor behind the lens watched this scene in amazement, the bright scalpel flew back into his pocket, and once again pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him.
 The ice cone this time is not a surgical ice cone, but a genuine long cone made of ice.
 The trainee guarding the door almost didn't get goosebumps by this action.
 They looked at the youth with their backs to their sunken waists, and remembered the tragedy that Doctor Chu had not hesitated to pierce the ice cone into the newcomer's eye sockets. They couldn't help swallowing saliva over the content of the next treatment, and their legs were a little soft.
 Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone's eye sockets.
 It landed on the delicate skin like suet jade, fainting a drop of melted ice water.
 Suddenly touching the skin, the doctor saw the young man's beautiful upper body flinch instinctively with satisfaction.
 "Let me check it out."
 The man's movements kept moving, the cold-lighted tip slid like a dragonfly, and walked on the pale drawing paper like a brush, trying to apply a different color.
 The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melting ice cones leave a string of bright water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, tick and tick, and sink into the waist.
 Under the torment of such cold and tingling, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.
 His chin was still pinched tightly by the doctor, unable to move half a minute.
 The youth's expression was indifferent, the slender neck raised up like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal sense of beauty, making the ink in the man's eyes darker and darker.
 "Why don't you speak?"
 The fingers holding the chin grew harder, almost pressing the bruise.
 Even so, he still did not speak, but silently endured everything.
 With this acting skill, Zong Jiu felt that he should get an Oscar figurehead.
 In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get a little more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. All of this betrayed the flesh/body, openly naked/exposed, and the influence is really not good.
 Of course, having said that, quite a grudge, he wrote down this matter in his notebook no less than ten times.
 Zong Jiu kept staring at the operating table with dull eyes, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray not to fall on his hands.
 Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time.
 It may be that Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.
 He followed the white-haired youth's gaze and turned his head, smiling vaguely, "Are you interested in that black tin box?"
 "That box once contained a very interesting little thing, but unfortunately it was stolen by a shameful thief decades ago, and its whereabouts are unknown."
 The trainee standing at the door was excited.
 Zong Jiu turned his back to them, and was a distance away, not quite able to see what was going on.
 But the black tin box is different! That's a clue about S-level props! Who doesn't want to know?
 Everyone stared at the white-haired young man's back with fiery eyes, and they wanted to rush up to answer him.
 However, before Zong Jiu could respond, Dr. Chu suddenly let go of the hand that held his jaw.
 "However, there is no doubt."
 His voice was low and bewitching, "It will be retrieved by me, from the present, not the past."
 Tap the white gloved hand on the young man's clavicle/bone.
 The man lowered his voice and chuckled, "Want to know more?"
 The rubbing on the surface of the rough fabric makes the skin uncomfortable, but with a little effort, the pale skin has dazzling red marks, like plum blossoms falling in snow, which are very abrupt.
 They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust around the white coat.
 There is even the kind of condescending pity, like a superior person.
 It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge him.
 Zong Jiu muttered silently in his heart, but the corners of his lips became more straight, suppressing the anger in his heart.
 He hates that people look at him this way.
 The doctor played with him for a while, and Ji Er leaned over, leaned to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear——
 "Do you believe...between three and four, there is an integer?"
 The light pink pupils flashed an arc quickly.
 After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets and straightened up again, his face regained the cynical frivolous smile.
 "The inspection is complete. Your body is very healthy, and there are no hidden problems except mental illness."
 He waved his hand casually, "I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
 "Yes, Master Chu."
 The nurse immediately took out a new medical gown and gave it to Zong Jiu. They pulled the young man's slender arms and drove him out of the operating room along with other trainees.
 With such a casual attitude, he said that he would not check if he didn't check, and Zong Jiu doubted that the other party came for him.
 But he really couldn't figure out where he caught the other party's attention, and he obviously was as quiet as a chicken after entering this dungeon.
 Zong Jiu glanced at his grasped arm. With his sight and crowd crowding, he stretched out his other hand to the caregiver in front of him without a trace.
 "Kang Dang--"
 The heavy iron door was heavily closed.
 In his field of vision, the doctor in a white coat took off his glasses and raised his hand to extinguish the light on the operating table.
 The whole room returned to the darkness of eternal silence, and the white coat was outlined together. Inseparable, completely natural, as if they were born like this.
 Just after Zong Jiu backhanded something into his pocket, he suddenly looked in Zong Jiu's direction and hooked the corner of his mouth.
 [This doctor is too enthusiastic! 】
 [My God, this level of danger, it must be the boss of this dungeon, no doubt]
 [No wonder this dungeon can have S-level props, which are not found in the other live broadcast venues next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but there are two S grades, one no.3 and one no.7. According to the urinary nature of the main system, I guess this dungeon might actually be able to touch the S The edge of the dungeon...]
 [Wait, what I said upstairs does seem to make sense, otherwise, how can I explain that there are no S-level props in other venues, but does this copy have it? 】
 [Damn, if your guess is true, wouldn’t it...for all the newcomers of this copy (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg)]
 ......
 Zong Jiu was very concerned about Dr. Chu's clues about S-level props.
 Between three and four, there is an integer.
 There is no doubt that this sentence is completely unworkable to explain it solely by mathematics. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition.
 But since it was spoken from an important NPC, even if it seemed meaningless, it became meaningful. Or in other words, this clue must be established in the current copy.
 Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only about the mysterious S-level item, but was even closely related to the main line of this dungeon.
 Decades ago, it happened to be able to compare the shabby newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. The mental hospital at that time was still a wartime military base, and it was also the source of the hospital's quirks.
 But if the equation is true, what would that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago, what kind of S-level props were in that black tin box, and how does it relate to the main line of this dungeon?
 When the nurse let go of his hand and turned and left, Zong Jiu still stood still thinking.
 After he recovered from his thinking, he was already surrounded by trainees on the inside and the outside.
 Each of these trainees' eyes flashed with greed, and the expressions looking at him were full of suspicion, jealousy, and covetousness, which was disgustingly ugly.
 "Hey, we have called you for a long time, why are you unresponsive."
 "What did the doctor tell you, why didn't you answer?"
 "Are you trying to embezzle? Everyone found the clues together, I tell you, you have a share!"
 Zong Jiu: "..."
 He reasonably suspected that the neuropathic doctor was deliberate.
 Even if Zong Jiu was not pleased, it would obviously take some time to brew before it was reduced to the current situation.
 However, the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all of Zong Jiu's plans, making it impossible for him to finish this morning's information on the Saint Child's side and then retreat.
 There are really enough dogs.
 Zong Jiu cursed inwardly, raising his eyebrows lazily.
 "Oh, do I have to tell you? If it's not wrong, it was you who begged me to tell you the information."
 "You are asking for help?"
 The others were stunned.
 Their impression of this white hair is pretty and taciturn. At this moment, they saw that he had obtained the clues of the S-level props, and they were trying to use coercive and coercive forms to put the words out. Unexpectedly, this E-level was so stubborn, and he came back directly. Up. For a while, the people who were still twittering were dumbfounded.
 Zhuge, who was about to leave straight away, had a secret footstep and raised his eyes with interest.
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 The down-and-out magician Zong Jiu wears the book.
 He wore a horror infinite stream of draft essays and became the cannon fodder in the book that died tragically in the first round of the competition.
 If you want to change this to someone else, I’m afraid you will be scared to death immediately.
 Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu is not only not afraid, but also flying all the way, and there are frequent show operations.
 Once the operation was completed, the life was safe and sound, and Liangzi, the biggest villain in the whole article, also forged.
 Today you shame me, and tomorrow I will get it back with my backhand. It’s kind of fun to come and go. 
 As a result, the waves returned to the waves, and one time the waves were overturned by accident.
 Looking at the enemy who pressed him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily raised his eyes, “Kill if you want, don’t talk nonsense.”
 Being in a disadvantaged position, there is no trace of fear, but he continues to make death provocations.
 The man rubbed the roots of his ears with cold fingers, and the motion of pressing against the aorta suddenly stopped.
 “It’s a pity. I changed my mind.”
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 "Yes, I am a 'vase'!
 With good looks, why rely on talent? With shortcuts, why take the long way?
 Acting, spending money, enjoying life."Author's Other NovelsThe Greatest ShowmanKing of StageSuperstarMovie MasterGreat Artist
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 Once reborn, she became a wealthy young man who disguised herself as a man and was spurned by everyone.
 Transformed, the young man rose up, entered the military camp, was ashamed before the snow, and counterattacked in the face in minutes!
 The filthy ruffian, no matter whether she is picking up girls or flirting with men, she is able to capture even the commander-in-chief.
 One day, the subordinates came down and reported: “Report to Commander Ye, Adjutant Gu went to the bathroom to peek at the soldiers taking a bath!”
 Ye Yujin didn’t lift his head: “Who did you see, just wipe it off!”
 “Report to Commander Ye, another girl has come to ask Adjutant Gu to kiss her and hold her up high!”
 “Wait, I’ll go out myself!”
 “Report Night Commander…”
 Ye Yujin was angry: “If you don’t clean up for three days, the roof will be uncovered!”
 Gu Qiqi smiled charmingly, “Speak well, who will clean up who?”
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 The Capital’s girls look on with hatred, “You’re just a country girl without any knowledge. Do you have Niyun Shop’s clothes? Do you have Brilliant Treasure Pavillion’s jewellery? Do you even know how eminent and domineering the famous Yue Wang is?” 
 Mu Yunyao looked at them lazily, “Niyun Shop? I opened it. Brilliant Treasure Pavillion? I opened it. As for Yue Wang…when are you returning my silver?” 
 Yue Wang’s face was cold: “I will pay with my body.” 
 (Wang means Prince. In this case, “Yue Wang” was a title given by the Emperor to his son.) 
 After being reincarnated, Mu Yunyao believes in three things: One, do not have good intentions towards others. Two, do not let the enemy have the chance to rise again. Three, do not believe in feelings. Thus, she is merciless. She is fearless. She would rather have everything destroyed than to compromise for everything. 
 However, after one fateful meeting, a cold-blooded prince keeps following her, silently plotting on making her his wife and bringing her back to pamper her…
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 No matter male or female, the members of the Hua clan had been loyal for generations, placing the utmost importance on protecting their nation. The monarch and his subjects were in harmony, sharing all kinds of emotions, all due to the ties of comradeship in their hearts. 
 Once the weather cooled, would the favored crown prince fall from power? 
 No. 
 Once the weather warmed, would the loyal and brave marquess estate be disposed of after its use? 
 No.
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 What happens when you run really low on luck and get intimately entangled with a perfect on the outside and ruthless on the inside man? Well, sparks fly but not the kind you imagine in cute fluffy love stories.
 Already an orphan, Xia Xi Jin has been struggling through these past years to make a bare minimum living. She is a struggling writer who seems to have a careless attitude towards life and a dirty appearance. However, after a one-night stand with President Xi Mu Tian everything changes.
 Being forced into a marriage Xi Jin tries to adapt to her new life, new friends and begins to unravel the mysteries of her past and that of her husband. Can love bloom in this penned down marriage of convenience. Read to know!
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 Before she was reborn, she regarded herself as noble and hated ghosts. 
 After being reborn, she changed her bitter past and was happy.
 Fight with heaven, fight with earth, fight with fate, fight with talent, and fight with opportunity.
 Change your destiny and create a new life.
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 After getting betrayed and killed by the only person she’d loved, Miss Shang wakes up in the body of the cowardly crown prince Shang Wuxin, who, due to her own circumstances, was actually a girl cross-dressing as a boy. After inheriting the crown prince’s memories, Shang Wuxin has three things on her agenda:
 1. Clean up the house
 2. Gather loyal followers and soldiers
 3. Get the throne
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 In his previous life, Yun Qingci loved the Emperor more than life and death. When he was alive, he made soup and clothes for him, and in politics, he helped monitor his officials, even his family.
 He was solely dedicated to the emperor, and all his scheming strategies were used to gain favour. He never borrowed his power as the Lord Empress to seek employment for his relatives, and he did not show favoritism. He can be said to be strictly impartial and incorruptible, not even recognizing his own family.
 Outsiders were terrified of him, and relatives hated him, but Yun Qingci didn’t care. However, in the end, he was thrown into the cold palace by the only person he cared about and his whole family imprisoned.
 Finally, he committed suicide on that snowy day, and fell down that gilded tower.
 Reincarnated, Yun Qingci retracted his claws, picked up the glass pieces of his heart, and conducted himself evasively in society. Acting as an escort to the Emperor for his relatives, he decided to become a proud Lord Empress that doesn’t need to be treasured or can have his status shaken.
 Unexpectedly, the emperor who abandoned him like a shoe, praised by countless courtiers for both his virtue and kindness, suddenly changed his temper. He became cold and harsh, paranoid and cruel.
 The servants who confronted Yun Qingci, he would beat them. The imperial concubines that provoked Yun Qingci, he would punish them. A small person who framed Yun Qingci, he would kill him. When someone tries to approach Yun Qingci, he would become jealous to the extreme.
 Soon everyone knew that Empress Yun was the emperor’s inverse scale. He was not allowed to be looked at, touched, or even hurt.
 Yun Qingci fairy man is speechless: So you like me not loving you, why didn’t you say that sooner.
 Gong: ……
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 Cheng Yin likes her deskmate Chen Yan for a long time, but she never dared to confess her love for him, and the phrase ‘I like you’ is a secret hidden in her heart, but she can’t help but blurt it out from time to time… 
 Cheng Yin: “Chen Yan, I’ll whisper something to you.” 
 Chen Yan always leans over quite cooperatively, “What?” 
 The words came to her lips, Cheng Yin blushed and changed it into: “Your pants are unzipped.” 
 Chen Yan: “?” 
 Later, this kind of useless whispering has become more frequent, and Chen Yan listened again without moving a bit: ” Speak.” 
 The day of the party, Cheng Yin drink for the first time, Chen Yan became two in front of her eyes, she grabbed the person with both hands, want to try to catch the real Chen Yan, only to have her hand caught, he lowered his head in her ear and said: ” Let me whisper to you.” 
 Cheng Yin: “…… what?” 
 Such bad behavior, she thought it was something bad, Cheng Yin checked her pants and made sure the zipper was closed before she lean over. 
 The man’s breath blew softly in her ear, laced with a bit of the smell of wine. 
 “I like you.”
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 This novel is also known as Mr. President, Unbridled Love“Become Mrs. Lu, I will give you all you want” 
 “Baby, let me hug you” 
 “Well … No, I’m going to be late …” 
 His proposal is so overbearing, in order to retaliate to that scum, she promised to be his wife for one year. The first time she met him, she was eaten by him. The second time he met her, she got drugged and he was the only antidote. The third time they met, they rushed to get the marriage certificate. She returns to his home and became the envy of the city Mrs. Lu. 
 Rumors say the ruthless and cold Chen Shao dotes on her to the extreme. Little did he know, the way he spoiled her, taking a damage on her. One day she could not stand the man strong tyrannical way of loving, Leaving a paper of divorce agreement, she climbs over the wall to escape…….. 
 However unexpectedly, the moment she barely climbs over the wall, the man grabbed her ankle pulling her down. she fell in his bosom, with his hoarse voice he asked her: ” Woman, Where do you want to take my son?”
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 It was only after Jian Xingsui’s death that he realized that he was the cannon fodder in a book with a dog-blooded plot. He was a dumb and s*upid fake young master in it. 
 ​In the book, he was reluctant to return to his poor ”biological” parents. He was greedy of the Jian Family’s wealth and also wanted to suppress the protagonist shou of the book, the real young master. With the tricks that he had personally thought out of his pig-headed brain, he finally succeeded in making everyone in the family annoy the hell out of him: 
 His former CEO elder brother: “I don’t have a younger brother like you.” 
 His former star second brother: “Never mention to anyone in the entertainment industry that I used to be your brother!!!” 
 His former father: “Get out, I’m so disappointed in you.” 
 ​​After that, he was kicked out of the house and had a terrible ending. 
 After the rebirth, just when it was the day when the protagonist shou came up to his door, instead of waiting for his family to talk to him, he took the initiative: “You guys won’t have to say anything, I am willing to leave the house!” 
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 Lin Buhui was calculated to be pregnant with Xia Yusheng’s child, and her adoptive father and mother swept her out and interrupted her studies.
 Became a single mother.
 This was not the worst. She thought that the night three years ago was the last time she met with Xia Yusheng, but she was wrong.
 Xia Yusheng: “Since everything has disappeared, why do you want to come back?”
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