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 "card!"
 "card!"
 "card!!!"
 The director leaned out helplessly, "Ling Lang, are you unwell today?"
 Ling Lang shook his head, looking very poor, "Sorry."
 The agent came up, "How many times?"
 The assistant counted the number on the paper and made a positive mark. "Not counting the beginning, these shots add up to forty-one times."
 "Are you breaking records?"
 "Ok."
 Feng Hao also cared deeply about Ling Lang, "Are you okay, senior? Is your face bad, is it too cold?"
 Ling Lang ran away from his sight. The person he was most afraid to face now was Feng Hao. However, he couldn't complete any scenes where he had eye contact with each other.
 "I'm a bit tired. Can I rest?" Ling Lang asked.
 "Oh ... OK," the director waved, "rest for fifteen minutes."
 The assistant was particularly surprised, "Do you think Ling Lang today is abnormal?"
 The agent nodded, "It's abnormal. When did you ask him to see him before he took a break? It's all about leaving."
 The assistant pinched his chin thoughtfully. "Is it a conflict with that one over there?"
 The eyes of the two people turned to the distance at the same time. Feng Hao was holding a coat to put on Ling Lang, and the latter was obviously an unavoidable attitude.
 "Senior, put on your coat."
 "No," Ling Lang hurried forward without turning back.
 "It will catch cold."
 "I said no more."
 "It was the senior that said first, that this work requires me to be polite. I can't regret it because I talked about the senior's mind, right?"
 Ling Lang stopped, and Feng Hao stepped forward and wrapped him in clothes.
 "Okay, don't make a bad temper, this kind of thing is not shameful," Feng Hao turned to him, "when shooting the undercover policeman, didn't the senior feel it?"
 Ling Lang's fingers were shaking, whether it was cold or out of fear of secret exposure.
 "Rest assured, I won't tell anyone," Feng Hao's fingers slid across the other's face. "Good, let me see if it hurts."
 The two stood far away from the crowd, and no one could hear the conversation between the two, but the action was really real.
 Rao is very disciplined. Many people can't help but secretly pull out their mobile phones.
 "Who allowed you to sneak shots? Did you forget the rules in the crew?" The director tapped the script again on the head of the assistant director.
 The deputy director held his head aggrieved, "Director, you take that phone with more pixels than mine."
 "You shoot, it's called sneak shot; I shoot, it's called breaking news," the director said with confidence.
 "What about them?" The associate director pointed aside.
 "Make-up shots are called fixed makeup; photography shots are called highlights; field-recorded shots are called archives; screenwriter shots are called materials."
 "So is it just me sneaking a shot?" The deputy director cried without tears.
 "You know, just put your phone away! ... hey, look at my angle, okay?"
 Ling Lang was stiff under Feng Hao's touch, neither dared to hide nor shake his hand.
 Feng Hao, who made Ling Lang feel the pressure, appeared again, not this time, but outside the show. The deterrence was so obvious that he was too lazy to even cover it up.
 Feng Hao looked distressed at the injuries on Ling Lang's face, although those were all transformed by a makeup artist, "If you concentrate on it, you won't endure so much ... or do you really mean it, senior?"
 "You did it on purpose?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.
 "What?" Feng Hao was puzzled.
 "Last time, did you do it on purpose?"
 Feng Hao stunned, finally realized what he meant, smiled and didn't deny, "The senior didn't hurt last time, but this time I was very distressed."
 Ling Lang closed his eyes, how could he not have thought that the secret deep inside him had been exposed to another person's eyes so long ago, and said that the film emperor thought he was perfectly hidden, but was deceived by the acting of a newcomer.
 Shocked in a short time, Ling Lang calmed down instead.
 "Now you know everything, what do you want?"
 Go to the media? Whether it is true or not, it is enough for the media to stir up their fame, and their fame will also rise.
 Or to be embarrassed, with the film escort, the star road will naturally clear a lot.
 Feng Hao pursed his lips, "I want to satisfy you."
 "What did you say?" The unexpected answer opened Ling Lang's eyes.
 "Did I not say that, I have been hooked on you since I watched the drama played by the senior, and since then I have made up my mind that I will be satisfied by the seniors in the future."
 When Feng Hao said these words, her eyes were bright and she didn't seem to be joking.
 Ling Lang stared at his eyes, totally unable to guess what the other party thought.
 For a long time, Ling Langfang lowered his head and whispered a smile, I do not know if he was laughing at Feng Hao or was laughing at himself.
 "Don't make a noise," he said softly, turned and returned to the set, and Feng Hao followed him quietly without any explanation.
 Everyone saw the two of them returning, hid their phones quickly, and carried out preparations with integrity.
 Ling Lang and Fang who re-entered the shooting only judged that they were two people. The strength of the film emperor was re-displayed. Many difficult shots passed through at once. His earnestness let everyone regain their enthusiasm, and the previously delayed shooting progress quickly caught up.
 In the evening, the crew returned to the mountain to rest. Ling Lang wore a single suit and froze in the mountain for a day. The whole body was a little numb. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he couldn't wait to take a hot bath.
 After bathing, Ling Lang's body finally warmed up. He wiped off the mist on the glass and looked at the figure that gradually appeared in the mirror. His fingers couldn't help touching his face. Feng Hao was not very effective during the day, but the pain seemed to burn into his heart and it has continued to the present.
 The doorbell rang, Ling Lang put on a bathrobe to open the door, and Feng Hao stood outside the door, holding a thermos pot in his hand.
 "Senior has some **** soup, and gets colder."
 Ling Lang took the insulation pot in his hand and didn't ask where he got it from. He just politely said, "Thank you, is there anything else?"
 Feng Hao laughed. "The senior is really as indifferent as everyone said."
 "Sorry, I'm not a friendly person in private."
 "If my words offend you during the day, then I apologize to you," Feng Hao said positively. "But I won't take it back, and I'm serious about every word."
 Ling Lang shook his head. "There won't be another time."
 "What do you mean?"
 "I won't let you catch my handle again."
 Feng Hao was disappointed. "Does the senior think my purpose is to grab your handle?"
 Ling Lang defaults.
 Feng Hao sighed softly, "Since the senior misunderstood me, I might as well be a wicked person," he looked up, "if I get hold of the senior again next time, I will not count like this today. "
 "There won't be another time," Ling Lang repeated surely.
 The shooting mission in the mountain lasted for a full month. During this month, Ling Lang and Feng Hao faced each other frankly. After the shooting, they avoided it, which greatly disappointed the crew who was waiting for a little more surprise.
 By the day he finally drank the wine, Ling Lang had packed his luggage and left the crew without notifying anyone.
 While the film was still being edited, various early publicity campaigns were overwhelmingly carried out. Ling Lang would normally attend only when he had to be there. Everyone was used to his style, and he did n’t think there was much. .
 On the contrary, only two movies were filmed after their debut. Feng Hao, a rookie in the circle, is more famous than the movie director. Before each promotion, he was asked if Ling Lang was there. He heard that Ling Lang had gone, otherwise he would face him. Nothing.
 The more Feng Hao did this, the more the media dared not write about it. In addition, as soon as he debuted, he played such an important role. Many people were guessing his background. All sorts of rumors were circulating at one time, and Feng Hao had more than a dozen identities overnight. Any one could wave a hand to wind up a multinational company when the wind rose.
 The agent came to Ling Lang's house, and unexpectedly found that he was watching a variety show on TV. The scale of this show has always been relatively large. Others dare to discuss the origin of Feng Hao in private, only they dare to carry it on the screen with great fanfare. .
 Of course, the column group once invited Ling Lang to attend. The agent refused to ask Ling Lang's meaning without asking. No matter his character or image, it was not suitable for such variety shows.
 "You actually watch this?" The agent was surprised.
 "Pass time," Ling Lang said lightly.
 As soon as everyone on the TV finished Feng Hao's background, the host mysteriously threw out a new bomb.
 "Some crew members broke the news to our column group, saying that Ling Lang and Feng Hao had an unusual relationship, and even had ambiguous interactions during the filming. Is this so?"
 "No, no, absolutely," the director rightly denied. "Those are rumors."
 The host sneered, "Look at the big screen."
 Immediately, a picture of Feng Hao stroking Ling Lang's cheek was printed on the screen. The distance and angle were a sneak shot.
 There was an uproar at the scene.
 The agent secretly observed Ling Lang's reaction, and there was no expression on his face.
 "If those are rumors, what is the explanation for this photo?" The host asked aggressively.
 The cast members attending the show looked at each other.
 One person asked, "Did you pass this picture?"
 You say, "Not me, not me, it must be him!"
 He said, "It's not me! I know who it must be!"
 Who said, "My phone doesn't have that high pixel count!"
 Everyone looked at the director inconsistently.
 The director took out his mobile phone with an innocent expression, "I'm sorry, I'm not in that direction at all. My angle is much clearer than him. Don't believe it!"
 The camera gave a big close-up of the photo on the director's phone.
 The agent shook his head in astonishment, "The ratings on this show must be broken."
 Ling Lang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. The room was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable.
 "That ..." the agent hesitated.
 "I have a sense," Ling Lang replied shortly.
 The agent did n’t know what to say. That day, Feng Hao was right at the front of Linglang ’s house. On the surface, he was Linglang ’s agent, but he was essentially a watchman hired by others, but that was already several months Before, he just continued his habit for so many years.
 But the assistant's words were correct, the ban had been lifted, and Ling Lang saw that he was about to reach his thirty-third birthday. He couldn't keep looking at it that way.
 Ling Lang asked the broker who was still there alone, "What are you doing here?"
 Then the agent remembered the purpose of his trip and quickly passed him the new script.
 "This subject ..." Ling Lang frowned at a glance.
 "Prison films are very rare," the agent wiped his sweat, and he omitted a lot of content later. For example, the prison in the film is set to be located on an isolated island, where all the prisoners are impunity There are many kinds of bloody, violent, and even male and male shots, this is the first time he has brought such a book to Ling Lang.
 Ling Lang is still reading the script seriously, "Which role do I play?"
 The broker quoted a name.
 "Is this guy set to play against me?"
 "Well," the agent answered with a tough answer, "It is said that in all likelihood | nine will be Feng Hao."
 Ling Lang stopped turning the script, and there seemed to be a sign of refusal.
 The agent was indifferent, "One more thing ..."
 Ling Lang waited in silence for his following.
 "This play was invested by Mr. Mo."
 Ling Lang put the script together, "I took it."
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 Ling Lang is thirty-two years old and an A list movie star. He is also the youngest to become the king of the silver screen. Known for having a cold and aloof disposition, people nicknamed him king iceberg of the silver screen. His biggest secret? He is a masochist down to his very bones.
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 A martial art expert from the Song dynasty lives like a Phoenix that can live again in another body after death. This time, he happened to take over the body of a Japanese high schooler who is also a victim of bullying and has a bit complicated family circumstances.
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 In front of you is the Emperor. 
 Lord of the Imperium of Man, Co-ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, Conqueror of the Stars, Bane of Aliens, Immortal Wisdom, Curse of the Malevolent God, King of the Golden Throne The watch on... 
 And most importantly: 
 The eternal god of mankind, the immortal faith, the greatest causer of suffering, and the greatest bearer of suffering. 
 His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred and original dreams are turning into ignorance and atrocities that can kill him. 
 He is crying. 
 He was screaming. 
 He was powerless and witnessed endless malice in endless suffering. 
 but me? 
 I am the one who puts an end to His suffering. 
 (Female Primarch, original legion, does not vote for Chaos. The author will try his best to keep the information accurate, hammer-flavored, and updated daily. There may be some difficulty in reading at the beginning. You can read a few pictures first to see if you can adapt)
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 Long ago, there were people who stood upon the earth with their heads held high. They never bowed to anyone because of their indomitable spirit. They were capable of controlling wind and lightning, and conquering dragons and serpents. They seemed strong enough to split the earth and shatter the stars with their fists. They traveled throughout the land and called themselves Magi. Eventually, one of them would become a Supreme Magus! These men are the ancestors of human beings. Their blood is what we all share today.
 Qing Long is the former strongest man in the world. He traveled through space and time and was reborn as Ji Hao in the Fire Crow Clan of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a complicated world. Forces from both inside and outside of the clan want this young and talented boy to die. Under great pressure, Ji Hao makes a deal with a mysterious man, who resides in his spiritual space, never showing his real face. He gains two drops of blood from a dragon and phoenix. Afterwards, Ji Hao becomes increasingly more powerful.
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 Upon returning to China, Lu Dingning became the substitute for the brother who is still missing. 
 Disguised as a man, Lu Yining picks up a bunch of girls with her gentleman index all on max and her prince charming smile leveled up! Women are constantly surrounding her and men are getting mercilessly bent in her presence. 
 Life motto: As long as the hoe is dancing well, there’s not a single boyfriend she can’t steal! 
 Zong Jize, king of the city, treats her as his brother but ends up pushing her onto the bed. 
 Lu Yining says furiously, “Master Zong, I treated you as my brother but instead you sick bastard just wanted to sleep with me!”
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 Cosplayer Liu Mang accidentally crosses through time and arrived at the Eastern Han Dynasty wearing Aries Gold Cloth. (Saint Seiya!) He arrived on top of the walls of XiaPi right when it was about to fall to Cao Cao.
 “Don’t kill me bro; I’m not working for boss Cao!”
 “Hey! You’re slashing the wrong person! Boss Lu’s underlings are there! Not me!”
 He accidentally saved Lu Bu who was tied up by Song Xian. He accidentally became the son in law of Lu Bu. He accidentally changed the history of the Three Kingdoms period.
 When aluminum casted Gold Cloths are worn by generals like Zhang Liao and Gao Shun during the Eastern Han Dynasty, glistering on their bodies… When the soldiers in the camps are sporting mechanical crossbows… When crossbreeding of rice plants appeared on Lu Bu’s territory…
 Liu Mang knows that a world belonging to Lu is coming.
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 The MC entered the body of the An family eldest son, An Ziran, an arrogant 16 years old boy who weighed 78 kg (~171-172 lbs), who only knew how to eat, play and sleep. Seeing his current body, An Ziran decided his first priority was to LOSE WEIGHT! 
 Three days later after he became An Ziran, An Ziran’s father and his biological mother died, which meant as the eldest son he had to take over the family business. 
 Beside his legitimate first wife, An Ziran’s father also married 3 others women, who all wanted to take over the An family fortune but only the eldest son could be able to touch it, therefore they have to depend on An Ziran in order to live a comfortable life. 
 An Ziran’s father also had an older brother who is always planning to steal the An family fortune. The elder brother of An Ziran’s father and the woman he married had powerful connections. In order to save the An family fortune, An Ziran has to find a golden thigh to cling on. The butler told An Ziran that there is an engagement between the An family and an influential family. Therefore he takes his sister to that family house to make a connection. 
 However, during their journey, An Ziran’s younger sister overheard that the son of that family is UGLY, so as a beautiful and spoiled young lady coming from a rich household, she didn’t want to marry him and decided to run away. Without any other choice, An Ziran had to take his sister’s​ place and marry that man, who told him that he would let him go soon, but lied.
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 Nameless Guest: "If you can bring the martial arts, inner strength, Taoism, magical powers, etc. you learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?" 
 Gamer: "Of course I would, there is such a good thing?" 
 Nameless Guest: "Then if you die in the game, you will die in reality, will you still play such a game?" 
 Gamer: "Let me think about it - well, I should be able to play it, as long as I am careful not to provoke high-level monsters." 
 Nameless Guest: "Then if the difficulty of this game is so high that even a small monster at the entrance of a village can easily chop you down, will you still play it?" 
 Gamer: "..." 
 PS: There are already six excellent articles with more than one million words, you can read them with confidence.Author's Other NovelsI Snatched Thanos’ Infinity GauntletThere’s An Instance Dungeon In My Living RoomThe weird game of the ancient godsPart-time BOSSFull-time BOSS
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 I shall die and die again to know that life is inexhaustible.
 Rabindranath Tagore [Stray Birds].
 -&gt; Reset world
 The ghost monsters are resetting…. The world is resetting… Resurrecting all the players… Other than [Core Player], all other player’s memories are erased… Relationship meter is erased…
 ! Warning ! Detected [Player X]’s memory is still partially retained.
 Resetting player again.
 ! Warning ! [Player X]’s memory imprint is too deep to be erased.
 Deleting the player.
 ! Warning ! [Player X] is an important character and cannot be deleted.
 …..
 Override the bug, reset the world to the beginning.
 ***After completing the Nth+1 time of resetting***
 **Instance is restarting**
 ! Warning ! [Player X] has made contact with [Core Player].
 ! Warning ! [Player X]’s feelings towards [Core Player] has exceeded the maximum threshold.
 ! Warning ! [Player X] and [Core Player] are commencing indescribable actions.
 ! Warning! The following content cannot be displayed according to the relevant rules and regulations.
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 Life Mission – a game that has become reality.
 What started out as a virtual reality game, after being suspended out of the blue, has turned into a reality. The perks are amazing and real – where points can be used to buy precious metals and cures for terminal illnesses. But so are the consequences. Death in this new reality game…is just as real.
 Our MC was one of the best players of the virtual reality game. But will he be able to become the best in this new version?
 Who will die and who will survive?
 Resident Evil-esque later in the story
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 Defiance of natural order of a single young Dragon soul.
 The main character was the number one player in the previous VRMMO’s, with his superhuman arrogance (which would make even the worst young master blush), charisma and strength he will give a new VR game a try, to once again become the best!
 But all doesn’t go as expected, as because of a bug in the game he goes into the game world without his starting class….
 And this begins his journey towards reaching the peak of the game?
 or will it totally go the other way?
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 Skyfire Avenue is a street that is 2048 meters long. There are 168 stores here, and each of the store owners is an extremely powerful adept. The Avenue does not permit any vehicles or any robots to pass through it, much less mecha. Even the patrolling police must move about on foot. This is because this is a street for pedestrians, a lane for nobles, hidden away within this high technology world. Lan Jue, the greatest of the mercenaries, code-named ‘Zeus’, has secluded himself here in Skyfire Avenue after the death of his wife. The name of his shop is “Zeus’ Jewelry Store”, and here in Skyfire Avenue, he has been given the title, Jewel Master.
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 After the Battle of Dawn, earth entered the age of wars. The collision of different planets and civilisations led to unending colonisations and expeditions of the unknown. Ambitions and desires grew as time progressed, but as they continued to pillage and destroy, they were unaware that paradise of yesterday was already at the edge of the apocalypse.
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