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 Ling Lang's answer seemed to have been anticipated by the agent. He was not surprised, but just nodded.
 "Can I see him this time?"
 The agent stood embarrassed.
 "It's so difficult to meet him?"
 The agent grinned cautiously, "You know, no one in the world has ever seen Mr. Mo."
 "I see," Ling Lang changed the subject, "how did you do last time?"
 "What's the matter?" The agent pretended to be stupid.
 Ling Lang didn't speak, the two of them were so exhausted, and finally the agent couldn't hold on.
 "Oh, you talk about advertising," said the agent, Wang Tian. "No news yet."
 "It's been six months and I can't receive an advertisement?" Ling Lang sneered. "How failed my actor is."
 "Hey, how can you think that," the agent quickly calmed him, "No, it's because no one can afford it. Everyone is scared away when they hear the endorsement fee."
 "Then reduce the price."
 "How do you do that!" The agent resolutely opposed, "This is not just a matter of advertising costs, it involves your worth!"
 Ling Lang was silent, and the agent slowly solved him, "Look, since you debuted, it has not been received an advertisement for a whole ten years ..."
 "So can't you try it now?"
 "Shooting advertisements has no artistic value, and is tiring and boring. It depends on the manufacturers' eyes, which is really not suitable for you."
 Seeing that Lang Lang was silent, the agent had to use all his powers and move with affection and reason, "You don't worry about eating now, don't worry about wearing, and you can't use up your pay ..."
 Ling Lang interrupted him. "You are probably the only agent in the world who is trying to prevent artists from receiving advertisements."
 The agent smiled awkwardly.
 "Actually your salary has never been paid from my income."
 "This one……"
 Ling Lang's eyes were sharp, the agent avoided being able to avoid it, and the two were deadlocked for a long time. The agent had to simply admit, "You're right, that's what you guessed. My previous employer was Mr. Mo. Like you, signing Ye's is just A cover, but ... "
 He circled the room. "For all these years, do you know how much I paid to maintain your high profile image? How many interviews have I pushed and how many journalists have I blocked? No matter what activities you don't want to go to You do n’t have to say a word. In the circle, you can offend whoever you want to offend. The vendors that have come to your endorsement in ten years have been rejected by me so that they can circle the earth five times! "
 He waved his hands excitedly, "I worked hard to shape you into this image, and now you actually told me to take advertisements?"
 The agent sat down on the sofa next to Ling Lang. "In those days, Mr. Mo appointed me to follow you, just to let you do whatever you want in this circle, no need to sell yourself, no joke, no advertising, nothing!"
 "Now, although Mr. Mo no longer pays for your living expenses, your savings and income are enough for you to spend, there is no need to go out to do that kind of rough work."
 "Listen to me, you can continue to maintain your original image. I'll arrange the rest, OK?" The agent's voice was lowered a bit, "Not to mention, even if you go out to shoot ads now, Mr. Mo will not come If you stop him, you will still not see him. "
 Ling Lang closed his eyes and fell back, "Are you still employed by him?"
 "No," the agent shook his head. "When Mr. Mo's contract with you expired, he also officially terminated the contract with me."
 "Have you never seen him once?"
 "No, we are contacted by phone every time."
 The room was quiet for a long time before Ling Lang's voice sounded.
 "I just want to thank him in person, not even that?"
 There was no answer, only the agent sighed heavily and completely broke his thoughts.
 The assistant sat in the car eating potato chips while the agent came out of Ling Lang's house.
 No one has entered Ling Lang's house except a broker, and even her personal assistant is no exception.
 The assistant read a magazine and ate two packs of potato chips. While unpacking the third pack, the agent pulled the door of the driver's seat and got into the car.
 "Why is it so long today?"
 The agent mumbled, "Neither of the two great gods is good at serving."
 "Two?" The assistant was chewing potato chips. "Which two?"
 The agent who was just starting the car remembered one thing, let go of the stall and turned over, "Did you leak the photo on the set?"
 The assistant looked away from the car window. "Ah, how nice the weather is today."
 Ling Lang walked to the room on the other side of the living room. This room was empty. There was only a hanging LCD screen hanging alone on the wall. A vase was placed on the shelf on the side, and two sunflowers were inserted in the vase.
 He knelt down in the middle of the room, and for ten years, this movement has become a habit, like a fixed ritual.
 He knew that when he was kneeling here, Mr. Mo would clearly see his every move from the TV, and the other person ’s camera was always facing the sun flower on the writing desk, even the sound was processed by the voice changer. The agent was right. No one in the world knew the truth about Mr. Mo.
 Everyone in this circle doesn't know Mr. Mo. Everyone wants to meet him. One word of Mr. Mo is more useful than many hidden rules. How many people can't even touch Mr. Mo's shadow. Ling Lang is very lucky to be able to connect with Mr. Mo once a week.
 But that was already half a year ago.
 "Mr. Mo."
 There will be no response, but the other party's voice has already taken root in his heart.
 --You came.
 "I picked up your film."
 --well.
 "But I'm scared ..."
 -What are you afraid of?
 "I'm afraid of that person."
 ——You are not afraid of that person, you are afraid of your heart *.
 ——Our agreement has passed and you are free now.
 There was a moment of silence.
 "Can I use that thing?"
 — Of course, that's your freedom.
 Ling Lang came to the bedroom, opened the safe at the bedside, took out the locked safe, and opened it. Inside, there were nine boxes of the same size.
 When he received the package with Mr. Mo's name from the courier, it was one of them.
 After that, Mr. Mo will give him one every year. For nine consecutive years, the style of each year is different, except for the last year. That year, Linglang received it free.
 --what do you mean?
 That day he heard Mr. Mo's voice on the phone for the first time-through a voice changer.
 ——I want to support you for ten years.
 --Do not make jokes!
 ——You can rest assured that I will not touch you or allow others to touch you. I will protect you. No one can force you.
 ——I will help you clear all obstacles on the road, let you do what you want to do, and help you reach the peak of your career.
 ——What are your conditions? Why did you send me this?
 ——What I give you is not for you to wear it. I want to use it to let you remember who you are.
 -It is not locked in your body, but in your heart. In these ten years, I want you to guard me like a jade for me, and I can't have anyone else in my heart.
 ——This is my condition, can you do it?
 The past reappeared in Ling Lang's heart. At the end of the memory, the objects in his hand had been repeatedly wiped with alcohol several times.
 Mr. Mo's gift to Ling Lang, he has never used it.
 They had locked his heart for a full ten years, and now finally it was about to perform its original function.
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 "Senior, come and sit here," Feng Hao happily pointed at the vacant space around him. This time the filming location was on an island in the Pacific Ocean.
 Ling Lang didn't refuse this time. She put away her luggage and sat down beside Feng Hao generously.
 "I'd like to ask more advice during this time."
 "each other."
 Feng Hao posted in the past, "Did the senior watch the script? This play is just tailor-made for the senior."
 Ling Lang's expression was calm, "I said, I won't be caught by you again."
 Feng Hao's attitude was particularly sincere. "Then wish the senior succeed his instinct," he lowered his voice. "I am looking forward to living with the senior in prison."
 boom--
 Ling Lang was repeatedly pushed on the iron fence and made a loud noise. The prison guard not far away only didn't hear it. In this darkest prison in the world, any violent incident is acquiesced, and his life is calculated. It should be one less scourge on earth.
 The two inmates pulled Ling Lang back, kicking and kicking again, until they felt that they were almost there, and then lifted Lang Lang from the ground and put him to kneel in front of Feng Hao.
 I don't know if it's because of the appearance of two negative characters in a row, and the screen image of Feng Hao with a sunny face is somewhat stereotyped. This time, he took on the role of a prison bully.
 The makeup artist specially made Feng Hao a middle-aged person's makeup, and some fine lines were added to the corners of his eyes. Ling Lang felt that it was not necessary. Feng Hao's performance always made people ignore his age.
 When thinking of this, Ling Lang remembered the Facebook theory that he put forward that time, he had insisted on his own opinion, but when he first met Feng Hao, he also had a prejudice against his image.
 "Newcomer, let you know the rules we have here, give the boss three heads, lick the boss's shoes clean, he will be his own, what happened, the boss covers you, otherwise ..." Lamenters laughed.
 Ling Lang's head was crushed by the death of two people. He could only desperately look up at Feng Hao. Feng Hao sat there silently, with a cold expression, looking at his eyes as if looking at the mustard ants. Ling Lang moved, Pain came from him.
 The prisoner pressed Ling Lang's head lower and lower, and almost came across Feng Hao's shoe upper. Ling Lang screamed, "Let me go, I have something to say!"
 The prisoner looked at Feng Hao, Feng Hao's jaw lifted, and the two men loosened slightly.
 Ling Lang looked up and stared at Feng Hao without fear. "You let me go, I have value."
 The two inmates laughed, even the corners of Feng Hao's mouth pulled out an inconspicuous arc.
 "Let's talk, what use value do you have?" Feng Hao asked unhurriedly.
 Ling Lang's tone was extremely firm, "I can take you out."
 "WELLDONE!" Director Yang is very satisfied with their performance.
 Feng Hao helped Ling Lang up and whispered in his ear, "The senior is doing well today."
 Ling Langzhuang didn't understand what he said, and went straight to the dressing room to pick up things. The conditions on the island were not as good as land and the rooms were limited. Even the big-name Linglang could only share the same lounge with Feng Hao.
 When he came out in the morning, Ling Lang was worried that the cleaning staff would accidentally touch his things, and brought the keys out, and kept them in his dressing table. Now he has to rush to take the keys before others go back. When we returned to the lounge, the box where the keys had been stored was empty.
 Ling Lang was shocked with cold sweat and turned the dresser upside down, but he couldn't find the key.
 The key is gone! How could this be? Ling Lang's limbs were cold, and he felt unprecedented panic.
 "Senior, what are you looking for? Isn't this?" Feng Hao appeared quietly behind him.
 Ling Lang turned quickly, and saw Feng Hao pinching what he was looking for with two fingers, and he reached out to grab it. Unexpectedly, Feng Hao moved faster than him.
 "Give me!" Ling Lang was calm for a long time.
 "Ah," Feng Hao refused, "I said that, and then I caught the master's handle, I won't just leave it that way."
 "That's just the key."
 "Just the key, why should the senior be so excited?"
 "That key is important to me," Ling Lang desperately controlled his emotions.
 "Really? How important is it?" Feng Hao spread his palms. "What a chic key, I'm also curious. Does the senior wear 3000 or 6000?"
 Ling Lang was pale for a moment.
 Feng Hao took the key to his mouth and kissed it slightly. When he opened his eyes, he turned into another gesture. "Want to get it back? Come to my room tonight."
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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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 The prosperity of Piltover is superficial, while the poverty of Zaun is a cause of suffering for all. 
 The capable people of the two cities, join Noxus, I will lead you to the light! 
 ——Ryan Meredith 
 A fan work of League of Legends, starting from Zaun and Piltover, telling a story about the empire. 
 Go west to Demacia, east to Ionia, north to Freljord, south to Shurima... 
 The empire has risen! 
 This book is also known as: "Hero's Witness and Triumph", "Noxian God of Magic Road", "The Four Souls of Council President Trifarion"Author's Other NovelsBattle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage
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 Praise the Orc! is about Jung Ian, a cafe owner with a dark past, jumping into the world of virtual reality in order to protect his sister from any predators. However, things may not be as simple as he first believed them to be. Witness as he explores the lands of Elder Lord as an orc, a species labeled as the “game creator’s mistake”, defeating any and all before him!
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 The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.
 After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.
 He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.
 How would Maximilian face him on his return?
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 Shen Miao, the Di daughter of a military lineage, pure, amiable, quiet and yielding, foolishly in love with Prince Ding, threw herself into the role of a wife.
 After assisting her husband for six years, she finally became the mother of the world (Empress).
 She accompanied him to fight for the country, flourished the country’s territory, took risks to become a hostage in another country. When she returned five years later, there was no place for her in the Inner Palace.
 The beauty in his arms smiled brightly, “Older sister, the country is stabilized, so you should retire.”
 Her daughter met with a violent death and her son the Crown Prince was deposed. Her Shen family who sacrificed themselves for the country and the Emperor, not a single one of them were lucky enough to escape. With the change of one dynasty, everything was overturned. Her clan perished and she had to mourn for her children.
 Shen Miao never thought that being a married couple who have gone through trials and tribulations and mutually assisted each other was just a stage joke to him!
 He said, “Seeing that you have followed Zhen for twenty years, Zhen will grant you an intact corpse. You should thank this kindness.”
 Under the three Chi (1 chi = 1/3 meter) of white silk, Shen Miao made a malicious vow: In the time to come, she will take part in each and everyone’s end!
 Upon rebirth, she returned to the time when she was fourteen, when the tragedy had yet to occur, her family was still alive and she was still the pure, amiable, quiet and yielding Di daughter of a military lineage.
 Relatives hiding a black heart, Elder and younger (female) cousins are ruthless and malicious, the new Yiniang is like a tiger watching its prey and the disreputable man who wants to repeat the events?
 Her family must be protected, the huge enmity must be avenged, the Imperial seat of the country must also be a part of the trophy. In this lifetime, let’s see who can beat the others!
 But that little marquis from the Xie family, the arrogant and obstinate spear carrying youth, stood biasedly at her side and proudly said, “Just the fall of the Imperial power. Remember this, the world belongs to you. You– Belong to me!”
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 Qin Zhaoyue, a hundred-year-old Soul cultivator and famous artifact refiner, dies and transmigrates into a body of 16-year-old Xi Zhaoyue, who was killed on her wedding day.
 The unlucky previous owner of the body was an illegitimate daughter of an influential family and was forced to live her whole life in the orphanage. However, at the age of 16, her Guide glands were awakened and as fate willed it, Xi Zhaoyue happened to have the highest compatibility with the youngest, bravest, most handsome Major General of the Empire, a dream husband of the whole Outer Space! Finally, a loving family she so longed for was within her reach… Yet, at the wedding ceremony, her Mental sea was invaded and she died.
 Once Zhaoyue figured out the situation she landed herself in, she vowed: she wouldn’t be a proud and self-respecting cultivator, if she didn’t strive for independence, for the right to live the life freely! Cultivate, refine, get stronger! Become your own person!
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 《Live Action Murder Mystery》Case File:
 A live script acting, deductive reasoning game. 
 Poor performances result in death.
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 If you draw the Deceased Card, please follow the script accordingly and die; 
 If you draw the Murderer Card, you might be the real murderer, please ensure that you conceal your identity; 
 Detective, please try your best to guide the players and find the real murderer, or else you will be met with the death penalty.
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 Have you drawn the Murderer Card this day?
 ——–【System Reminder 】———
 Please obey the character design set by the script during enactment, by no means OOC; 
 Inferences should be made with the script settings as the norm, by no means diverge your thoughts; 
 The system has the final right to interpretation, have a happy game!
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 Gong + Shou: “A pair of As.”
 System: “Can’t afford it.”
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 Offered as a bride to Hades at the age of eighteen.
 Pestered by evil spirits in the day, and taken advantage of by a perverted demon at night.
 Pervert: “Dear, a night with you is worth more than gold.”
 I leaned away as I clenched my teeth angrily: “Worth my foot!”
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 【The author has completed 3 excellent books with over a million words, so feel free to read. 】 
 My name is Oda Shingo, I just traveled to Tokyo, and I am a down-and-out anime worker. 
 Good news: I got the [Anime Demon King] system. 
 Bad news: The system taught me to draw small-volume doujinshi to make money, and always wanted me to fall in love! 
 However, I can't afford to offend the assistant introduced by the system? 
 The cold and gloomy painter girl who can hide at any time is from Konoha Village! 
 The boxing girl is an assistant, and she comes with a dojo as a dowry! 
 The beautiful and rich landlady kept telling me that the legend of the snow woman is fake! 
 But the next second, she touched my fingertips, and I was frozen into an ice cube... 
 【Reading Tokyo articles is to twist into maggots. Stubborn! 】
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 A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”
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 Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life 
 Master said, it’s hard to cultivate as a Demon, and once you enter the Demon Dao, you should never look back. 
 Master said, Heaven is a Circle and the Earth is a Square; that Circle represents (is) consummate perfection, and that Square represents (is) the edges and corners of one’s Heart, it’s a rebellion against Fate, a Disobedience to Heaven. 
 My master is named Ning Fan, he’s not a person, he’s merely a Butterfly who has entered Demonhood. He was searching for someone. No one knew who he was searching for. No one knew how long he would search for… 
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 When he stayed at her home and one night, he took her body in a drunken stupor. From then on, he had been a constant fixture in her life. How adamant he was in forcing a marriage was how adamant she demanded for a divorce.
 “I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you!” After she repeated such an important proclamation three times, he finally tossed her the divorce paper. She thought she had finally escaped him alas…
 After the divorce, he still snuck into her room every night…
 Finally losing her patience, she yelled, “We are already divorced!” He glanced at her and set down the divorce paper before her. On it, it was written clearly: After the divorce, the car is hers, the house is hers, the company is hers, their child is hers, he… is also hers?
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 This novel is also known as Technological Wizard
 This is a story about the study of technology in the wizarding world.
 Probability, electromagnetic induction, nuclear physics, relativity… if one explored and learned the scientific way, one would be able to master everything. This was Richard’s way of thinking until he traveled to a world similar to the Middle Ages as the prince of a nation.
 One day… he’d been carried away by a dragon.
 “This is quite an interesting aerodynamic flight, isn’t it. How does it fly when it doesn’t satisfy the&nbsp;Kutta Condition. Maybe it has to do with the number of wings and the&nbsp;Bernoulli Theorem?&nbsp;Does it have a built-in engine?”
 Richard could not help but wonder as he looked at the dragon he was riding.
 “Well, this is good study material. Oh, by the way, you said just now that you kidnapped me as a prince because you wanted to find a playmate for your dragon daughter? Isn’t this reason a bit too… outlandish?”
 “Roar!” the dragon roared angrily and flapped its large wings straight into the sky.
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