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 Wulin No. 1 Middle School is a boarding school. In order to ensure that the students can get home safely, the holiday is only on Saturday morning.
 So the night before the holiday, the dormitory will not be too quiet.
 Xue Canming hurriedly ran into the dormitory from outside, holding a broom in his hand for self-defense, excitedly said: "Yu Tingfeng and the others were fined to sweep the public health on the first floor of the men's dormitory!"
 "It's true that wicked people have their own troubles. I didn't expect him to be obedient." The leader of the beggar gang said.
 The owner of Wuji Sword Manor walked around the dormitory while brushing his teeth: "If we told this to our colleagues, they probably wouldn't believe it, right? Yu Tingfeng, the big murderer who never blinked an eye, was punished to clean up?"
 "What's this called? Huluo Pingyang being bullied by dogs!" Xue Canming patted his thighs happily, sat down on the bed, and said casually, "But who did he kill before?"
 The air suddenly became quiet.
 Everyone began to meditate, except Song Zhaolan, who was meditating.
 The leader of the beggar gang took the lead and said: "His parents killed our old leader."
 Wuji Sword Village said: "His father attacked our sect at night, took away the Zhenpai's sword, and even injured my father."
 The owner of Banshan Pavilion: "His mother stole some of my capable men!"
 Zhao Mingdeng: "Amitabha, his parents burned down the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in this temple."
 Everyone counted them one by one, and found that it was his parents who did it.
 The owner of Wuji Sword Villa said: "Father's debt is paid by the son, I must avenge my father. He grew up in the Devil's Cult, so I'm afraid he has become corrupted by the Devil's Cult. Everyone who has the Devil's Cult will be punished."
 Xue Canming reminded him: "But it's not our world now, the people here have this..."
 Xue Canming made a pistol gesture, and everyone fell silent.
 If it comes to this place, what scares them the most is the law.
 There are grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, you come and go, each other's enmity is countless, entangled, blood is seen at every turn, and killing is nothing but a nod.
 But here is different!
 When I first passed through, I accidentally watched a few gangster movies, and was scared to death by pistols/guns.
 "Leader, do you think that if we have internal strength, is it our light work that is faster, or their bullets?" Xue Canming walked to Song Zhaolan's bedside and asked.
 After waiting for a while, but no one responded, Xue Canming yelled again and pulled Song Zhaolan's arm.
 With a bang, Song Zhaolan fell on the bed.
 Zhao Mingdeng asked: "What happened to the leader?"
 Xue Canming turned his head to look at the worried people, and said embarrassingly, "He seems to have fallen asleep."
 Everyone: "..."
 After the lights were turned off, several people lay on the bed. Xue Canming's bed was just under Song Zhaolan. He stared at the bed board for a while, and suddenly asked softly, "Hey, brothers, do you know who the leader of the alliance used to be?"
 Both the Beggars' Gang and Wuji Sword Village said they didn't understand. The owner of Banshan Pavilion said: "You have to ask the people in Xuanwenlou about this matter. They are doing news and business in Jianghu all day long, so they should know something."
 Xue Canming: "I want to ask if the owner of the building lives next door."
 "Yes."
 "Then I'll ask." Xue Canming lifted the quilt, stood up and opened the door, only to bump into the student union patrolling the door.
 "What are you doing, go back to sleep quickly." The student council pointed to his forehead with a pen.
 "Okay, okay, go back right away." Xue Canming closed the door cowardly, "What kind of mysterious organization is the student union?"
 As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion outside. Xue Canming lay behind the door and listened for a while, knowing that it was Yu Tingfeng and others who came back from cleaning.
 Class F's dormitory is just opposite, and Yu Tingfeng's six-person dormitory is diagonally opposite.
 He heard the short man with a loud voice say angrily: "When I see Song Zhaolan tomorrow, I will kill him with my own hands."
 Although Xue Canming is a young disciple of Qingtong Sect, his admiration for Song Zhaolan is not just talking. Hearing what the other party said, he opened the door angrily and put his hands on his hips: "You—"
 "Hurry up and go back to sleep!" the student union at the door said.
 Xue Canming's face froze: "Brother, brother, you haven't left yet."
 "If you don't go in, I will remember your name." The student union said.
 "Immediately."
 Seeing this, the short man on the opposite side immediately laughed.
 "Who's laughing out loud?" the student walks over there.
 Yu Tingfeng kicked the short man into the room, turned around and glanced at the opposite side, just in time to see a figure sitting on Song Zhaolan's bed with a radiant face, which shocked him.
 Wanting to see more clearly, the door has been closed. Xue Canming, who turned around, was also startled. He saw Song Zhaolan sitting on the bed, the cell phone on the quilt glowing with light, which made him look terrifying, and he couldn't help screaming a few times.
 "Ahhh!"
 The members of the student union outside the door drew their pens angrily, and they don't plan to give this dormitory another chance. You will definitely be included in the podium review next week!
 "Leader, did we wake you up?" Xue Canming walked to the bed, raised his head cautiously, and looked at Song Zhaolan who woke up at some point.
 Song Zhaolan made a sudden move, gestured a few moves, then shook his head and sighed.
 "Is he sleepwalking?" asked the leader of the beggar gang.
 "I don't know." Xue Canming looked at Song Zhaolan again in fear, and suddenly his wrist was heavy, and Song Zhaolan clasped his hand.
 "Ahhh! My dear mother!"
 The others immediately sat up, and as soon as they lifted the quilt, they heard the sound of the door being slammed, and a warning from the student union: "If you dare to make any noise, I will have to call the teacher!"
 "Shhh!" They immediately moved lightly, moving forward step by step like snails.
 After Xue Canming yelled a few times, he gradually became quiet. He found that he didn't seem to be in pain: "Leader, what are you doing?"
 Song Zhaolan looked at his hands with the help of the weak light: "I was fighting with Yu Tingfeng at that time, and he broke my Yufeng Palm. No one has ever been able to escape my move."
 "Hmm, what then?"
 "I just dreamed about how he was broken." Song Zhaolan tightened his palms, turned over and was about to get out of bed, "I'll go find him and try again."
 "Don't, don't!" Xue Canming quickly stopped him, "It's late at night, it's not suitable for martial arts competition, and there are students from the student union standing guard outside."
 After the words fell, a voice sounded outside the door: "Yes."
 Xue Canming: "..." Brother, are you really squatting at our door? !
 Zhao Mingdeng also persuaded: "Brother Song, this is not the time for a competition, you might as well wait until tomorrow. Besides, you are just dreaming, what if his moves are different from what you dreamed about?"
 Song Zhaolan was thoughtful, and then showed an affirmative expression: "I have already thought of how to defeat him, and I will definitely succeed this time."
 As he spoke, he ignored everyone's pushing hands and stepped on the railing. Who knew who pushed him unintentionally in a panic, stepped on the air, and fell to the ground.
 Boom—
 "Leader, are you alright?" Xue Canming was shocked, squatting down in the dark to touch someone.
 Zhao Mingdeng was about to turn on, and the student union outside the door started clamoring again.
 Song Zhaolan stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the ashes, and asked, "What did you just say?"
 Xue Canming repeated: "Leader, are you alright?"
 Song Zhaolan: "No, the last sentence."
 Zhao Mingdeng: "This is not the time for a competition."
 Song Zhaolan nodded: "You are right, we will try again tomorrow."
 Several people:"......"
 You hurt from the fall, right?
 Xue Canming asked concerned: "Leader, does your **** hurt?"
 "Not at all."
 Xue Canming: "..."
 So is your **** touching a feint?
 Members of the student union, whose legs were squatting weakly outside, confirmed that everyone in the dormitory was talking, stood up against the wall, beat their legs, and just walked a few steps, when they heard screams and shouts erupting from the dormitory diagonally opposite the door .
 Student Union: "..."
 I'm so tired, I quit.
 In the early morning of the next day, before the wake-up bell rang, several people in Class A's dormitory 503 had already woken up.
 Those who meditate meditate, those who practice boxing practice boxing, and those who play sticks play sticks.
 As soon as the leader of the beggar gang made a move, the head of the broom flew from one end to the other, hitting Xue Canming's head impartially.
 Xue Canming took off the head of the broom, as if he had gotten used to it, he closed his fists and stood still, sighing with emotion: "If the master knows that I have no internal energy now and can even cover my head with a broom, he will have to... What a joy, it's a pity he couldn't see it with his own eyes."
 Xue Canming is a young disciple of the head of the Qingtong Sect, but he is a bit indulgent and arrogant. He claims to be the number one in the world after he completes his studies. The head advises him to be humble, and he will not change after repeated admonitions. Even for such an important matter as encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect, he is the number one in his sect. stand out.
 He joined the army of killing demons with great ambitions, dreaming that he could become famous in the martial arts world, but who knew that he just found a random person with no name, no faction and no background to compete, and he was rubbed on the ground.
 "Leader, is the old leader really not your real father?" Probably because everyone was in the same situation, Xue Canming felt a little more intimate, so he asked the question in his heart.
 The others also stopped and eavesdropped quietly. After all, Song Zhaolan's life experience of unknown origin has attracted much curiosity.
 "No." Song Zhaolan shook his head.
 "At that time, the old alliance leader had a decisive battle with Yu Tingfeng's parents, and both sides suffered losses. Why were you there?" Xue Canming asked.
 "I picked it up when I was picking up firewood." Song Zhaolan was still meditating with his eyes closed.
 "Picking firewood?" Xue Canming had heard that Song Zhaolan lived in the mountains and forests since he was a child, and hunted for a living every day. He never thought it was true. "Then why did you **** the old leader back?"
 "He said he would give me money to buy food and eat more outside."
 A few people roughly understood that the old leader was rescued by Song Zhaolan after being injured, and seeing his extraordinary martial arts, they persuaded him to **** them home to prevent the remnants of the Demon Sect from chasing and killing them on the way.
 The first thing the old alliance leader does when he returns home is to hold a martial arts conference and re-elect a new alliance leader to succeed him.
 But at that time, it was in the stage of being out of favor. Some of the older generation withdrew from the rivers and lakes, and the younger generations were more willing to live and work in peace and contentment, and did not want to fight and kill. heaven and earth.
 For the position of leader, several sects had endless disputes, and finally decided to compete in martial arts, but the old leader suddenly named the young people who escorted him home to join the martial arts camp.
 At first, these famous and decent sects didn't take Song Zhaolan seriously, until he picked several masters out of the ring one after another, they couldn't help but look at him seriously, but no one could understand his kung fu methods.
 In the end, Song Zhaolan won, and the others naturally had no objection. Rather than letting other sects be the leader and charge into the battle, it is better to let this fledgling martial arts wizard come, which is the choice with the least loss.
 Song Zhaolan herself didn't want to accept such an identity, she just wanted to take the prize and leave, but the old leader said: "If you become the leader, you can go to the canteens of various factions in the future, and you won't be charged."
 All the knights are ashamed, how could they be so persuasive, are we martial arts masters from the canteen? !
 Unexpectedly, Song Zhaolan decided on the spot: "Is this really true?"
 All the heroes: "..."
 "Then who taught you martial arts, leader? You couldn't have realized it in the mountains, could you?" Xue Canming asked.
 Those few people even surrounded him directly, obviously they were more concerned about this answer, no martial arts master can escape the temptation of peerless martial arts!
 Song Zhaolan, who had been answering obediently, shook his head: "You can't say it."
 "Why? Could it be that your master is a martial arts enemy?" asked the owner of Wuji Sword Villa.
 Song Zhaolan shook his head: "He forbids me to say his name."
 "Then..." Before Xue Canming finished speaking, the wake-up bell rang, and people in other dormitories started to get up, especially the dormitories on the opposite side.
 When they opened the door, they saw the door of 517 on the opposite side opened, and Yu Tingfeng walked out with his subordinates talking and laughing.
 Hearing Yu Tingfeng's voice, Song Zhaolan opened his eyes quickly, rolled out of bed in twos and walked quickly to the door, but the other party's figure was no longer seen, and he couldn't help but sighed regretfully.
 During self-study in the morning, the homeroom teacher came to patrol and saw Song Zhaolan reading the English book seriously, but kept silent. When he pushed open the back door, Song Zhaolan suddenly sat up straight.
 "You..." Wu Chenggang thought that he had noticed his movement, but he was staring at the clock on the wall.
 Wu Chenggang said coldly: "You study hard for me."
 Song Zhaolan: "Five four three two one—"
 Jingle Bell-
 "It's time to eat." Song Zhaolan rushed outside without looking back.
 Wu Chenggang: "..."
 The morning self-study is already five minutes later than the senior year. If you want to grab the egg tart, you have to run faster.
 Several female students who were walking on the road suddenly felt a strong wind blowing by. When they looked carefully, there was only one figure left.
 Running all the way to the cafeteria, Song Zhaolan stood behind the line, staring closely at the dwindling number of egg tarts. If the count is correct, he should just be able to buy the last one!
 With nervousness and apprehension, he walked forward and finally reached the four-eyed scholar in front of him. He carefully took out his meal card, but he heard the four-eyed scholar say, "Two egg tarts."
 Song Zhaolan's pupils trembled slightly, and he watched helplessly as the person in front took away the last two.
 He looked at the other person's back and remained motionless until his four eyes accidentally bumped into a person. He flinched a little, as if he was afraid of being troubled, and respectfully offered the two egg tarts to the visitor.
 Holding two egg tarts, Yu Tingfeng looked back at the man leaving, and asked the people next to him in a foggy manner: "Who is he?"
 "Those who were robbed of their jobs yesterday." Guardian Right reminded him in his ear.
 "Oh." Yu Tingfeng turned his head and almost bumped into Song Zhaolan. The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, and Song Zhaolan looked at him motionless.
 Yu Tingfeng took a step back vigilantly: "Is there something wrong?"
 Song Zhaolan looked down at the egg **** in his hand: "Competition?"
 "Now?"
 "Um."
 "No time." Yu Tingfeng turned around and left, but found that the other party was following him, he quietly quickened his pace, and soon the two of them were still fighting in secret.
 Yu Tingfeng couldn't bear it anymore, stood under a tree, turned around and asked him, "What do you want to do?!"
 "Competition, I know how to beat you, if you lose, you have to give this to me." Song Zhaolan pointed at the egg tart.
 "What if you lose?"
 "I'll give you the egg **** I grabbed tomorrow."
 Yu Tingfeng glanced at the egg tart, it was yellowish, and when he thought of Song Zhaolan's recent reading, he simply stuffed it into his hand: "Take it and take it, you don't need to go elsewhere to pick it up."
 Song Zhaolan looked at the egg **** that he got without any effort: "Then what about the competition?"
 "It's okay now, I'm going to eat." Yu Tingfeng walked away, and just walked a few steps, and heard Song Zhaolan say: "Yu Tingfeng, you are a good person."
 Yu Tingfeng staggered, it was the first time that the person who was called the little devil since he was a child heard that he was a good person, and for a moment he didn't know if the other party was laughing at him.
 Yu Tingfeng turned his head: "So?"
 Song Zhaolan took a bite of the egg tart: "It's nothing, let's compare next time."
 Yu Tingfeng: "..."
 So I'm a good guy, and I still have to fight, right? What's the use of your good card? !
 The author has something to say:
 Song Zhaolan: Are you there? Contest? Contest? [Cat Probe]
 Yu Tingfeng: I have something to eat.
 Song Zhaolan: (.˙▽˙.)
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 The leader of the alliance, Song Zhaolan brought a group of martial artists to besiege the demonic sect. Suddenly the whole alliance and the demonic sect had crossed over to be the students of Class A and Class F.
 So this group of people climbed the wall and went to the Internet cafe, stayed up late to read novels, and participated in the sports meeting with 18 kinds of martial arts…
 The students at Wulin No. 1 Middle school were going crazy. Every day, they trembled under the authority of these two big bosses. They were caught in the middle of these two classes that were sanctioned with iron fists. There were no longer mandarin ducks in the grove, only the two bosses shouting at each other.
 Finally one day, Song Zhaolan received the demon’s “letter of surrender”:
 “Who says that good and evil do not mix? I insist to exist in your heart!”
 Class A student: The alliance leader is mighty, he actually captured the right palm of the devil with one hand!
 Class F student: The leader has a good heart, he actually used his mouth to save this scumbag!
 BCDE student: Are you blind or mentally disabled? ? ?
 The martial arts master who only wants to cook shou X The master who only wants to learn gong
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 Shu Ning read a CEO novel. In it, there was a beautiful and tragic villain. He was clearly the true young master of a wealthy family, but he was switched at birth and became a delinquent. Later, he returned to the wealthy family to go against the fake young master, fought for his fiancée, and finally fell from the top of a building and died. 
 After his death, the fake young master inherited his money and his fiancée, his career and his love. 
 Shu Ning resentfully tore up the novel and transmigrated into the book that very night. 
 The little villain shook his legs, cursed, had horrible grades, dyed his hair yellow, didn’t have a single good point. 
 Shu Ning’s eyes twitched: Before sending him back to the Wei family, let’s make some changes. Otherwise, he’ll be rejected by the Wei family again. 
 After being reformed by Shu Ning. 
 The little villain didn’t shake his legs, stopped swearing, and cut his crazy, scene-style hair. He was as beautiful as a fairy and took first place in the entire grade. 
 Daddy Shu Ning shed tears of relief: Our baby is so good. He’ll definitely be able to get rid of that fake young master! 
 But isn’t baby a little too good? 
 He casually created a piece of software and sold it for hundreds of thousands. 
 He casually bought some stocks and made millions. 
 Before his wealthy family had even found him, he had become wealthy all on his own. 
 Every time he earned some money, he would offer it up to Shu Ning, buying him this and that, even buying him a villa! 
 Shu Ning (drooling): This damn villa, quickly take it away, don’t tempt me! 
 Yin Mingzheng thought that he was tr*sh of unknown origin, someone that no one cared about. He thought that he was someone who should have perished long ago. 
 Until that day, when he met the only light in his life. 
 So he clung onto the light tightly, refusing to let go. 
 His light said: You have to improve yourself. 
 So Yin Mingzheng worked hard to become better and stronger. He wanted to protect his only light. Because his light was the sole meaning of his existence.
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 Hou Yang stepped on the air when he rushed down the stairs only to wake up and find that he had exchanged bodies with his wife Shen Rongrong!
 After the swap, Hou Yang threw up every time he ate and felt that it was necessary to go to the hospital for a check up but was stopped by Shen Rongrong.
 “No need to go to the hospital.” Shen Rongrong said calmly, “You’re just pregnant.”
 “????!!!!” Your mother*, this was too much!
 * 特麼 / TM: His mother; (slang) 特麼 has the same pronunciation as 他妈, a Chinese slang that literally means f*ck you.]
 Huo Yang realized that he was not only pregnant, but also had to complete the dubbing work of his wife.
 The inexperienced Huo Yang, “….Alright.”
 As a result, he accidentally became the top trend in the dubbing circle and stirred up a tumultuous storm.
 Fans were crazy for him: “Ah! ah! ah! ah! So sassy, so stunning, so beautiful! Sister Rong is the best!”
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 A long time ago, the decayed main god space collapsed and disintegrated, and the wreckage was scattered in parallel universes, giving birth to a new space… 
 Countless ‘story worlds’ under control have also fallen into the void, regained freedom, runaway out of control, elevated to reality, and turned into reality. 
 At the same time, these “worlds” are polluted and corroded by the void, giving birth to greater fear and filth… 
 … 
 The space of birth feeds on the world. 
 They compete with each other, their tentacles penetrate through dimensions, invade different time and space, search for the legacy of the main god, drive the apostles to be minions, greedily tearing, seizing, devouring, and reclaiming one world after another, so that they can return to greatness. 
 … 
 The innocent eating melon and white waves with the legacy of the Lord God accidentally got involved in the parallel universe “Paradise of Fire” during a cross-border call. 
 After forcibly binding the demi-human blood, he became an excellent tool man who can repeatedly die, starting the legendary ‘dimension invasion career’.
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 【All people change their jobs + passionate and refreshing article + relaxed and humorous + not a saint or a dog + not a villain or a dark person + Lao Liu】 
 【No heroine】 
 Eighteen years ago, Chu Ran traveled to a world invaded by the abyss, with countless secret realms, and humans relied on awakening and changing jobs to fight against the monsters in the abyss. 
 Eighteen years later, Chu Ran stood on the job change altar and thought to himself: "This world needs more heroes!" 
 【You awaken your profession, the Abyss Walker! 】 
 【Passive: Abyss Agent: You are the agent of the abyss, and the experience is increased tenfold! The burst rate is increased tenfold! Being in the abyss, skills have no CD and no consumption! 】 
 【Passive: Shadow Guardian: You have obtained the guardian of darkness, and the damage caused to you by abyss creatures is permanently reduced by 90%! 】 
 【Passive: Lord of the Abyss: You will eventually become the master of the abyss, and everything in the abyss is at your disposal! 】 
 Chu Ran looked at the information flow in front of him, and those classmates who vowed to drive out the abyss and take back half of their homeland. 
 Oops! 
 The abyss is actually me?
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 Pian Pian had once been the biggest bigshot in the whole game, but had disappeared from the Jianghu after being framed.
 Soon after, she bought over an account online from the xianyu app, and got ready to raise up this old player’s account. But then she realised that the former user’s online relationship had also been a real-life relationship – with the former user having aborted her scum husband’s baby. Her own female disciple had used her to climb up, and then repeatedly killed the former user to the point that she couldn’t take it anymore and sold her account – it had really been excessively cliche. Pian Pian felt that her plan to abuse the cheating scum husband back, was somewhat refreshing.
 Former User’s Husband: “She’s not like you – she’s very innocent. If you have anything to say, say it to me instead!”
 Pian Pian: “There’s no need, happy divorce!”
 Former User’s Husband: “Ai, why’re you forcing yourself to act strong.”
 Pian Pian: “I’m not forcing myself, this is completely real strength. After all, I’m the game’s strongest woman[4].”
 Former Disciple: “Hubbie, did you hear her? She said that she’s Boss Han’s woman! Let’s help her spread this happy news around!”
 Pian Pian: “Wait, I think you read that wrong!”
 Later on, she who had dealt with the gossip surrounding her and Boss Han, had actually met the real deal.
 “Pian Pian, I heard that you wanted to become my woman?”
 “…You think that’s possible?”
 “Of course.”
 Under the gaze of thousands, she received a message from the game system.
 ‘Yi Chuan Han Xing wants to do a pair action with you: forcibly kiss. Do you accept? [Yes] [No].”
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 Floren, the most renowned realm of all realms, yet forgotten by all. The soul of a person from Earth accidentally crashed into this unexplored realm, ending up in a dragon egg. Transforming into a crimson dragon with the mindset of a human, Claudius was different from other dragons. He only wished to live an easy life, enjoying his lifespan of thousands of years to its fullest. However, the world is not such a forgiving place, dragging Claudius into countless struggles and death battles. Is it really possible to live a leisurely life?!
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 After completing several transmigration missions perfectly, Shi Fei returned to his world with enough points and a bunch of skills he learned during the missions.
 When he returned, his goal was to eat, drink, sleep and win every day, and when he was bored, he would draw, design, write a book, become a hacker or cure someone who had a terminal illness.
 When the interest comes, he would go to a talent contest and get a ‘Best New Performer’ award or something in the entertainment industry.
 It seemed like the vests [disguises/covers] were getting more and more careless, and he was very satisfied with this life.
 Until one day, Shi Fei accidentally signed out his pen name when he was signing autographs for his fans.
 Fans:….
 Media:….
 Reporter: “Latest news, it turns out that the mysterious painter Mr. J, who once sold for a billion dollars, is the popular youngster Shi Fei.”
 Media: “The headline, the design industry’s rising star Ai Wei designer is actually the popular youngster Shi Fei.”
 Netizens: “Surprise, when a bastard stalked Shi Fei, he accidentally found out that he was actually Mr. Fei, the world’s best doctor.”
 Fan: “Honey, how many more vests [covers] do you have, I think even if you tell me now that you are the richest man in the world, I won’t be too surprised.”
 Shi Fei: “I’m not the world’s richest man, but the world’s richest man is my boyfriend.”
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 Viktor was the youngest son of the richest and most powerful man in Russia.
 Anything he wants, he gets. No one dares to offend him, and every day, he's living a life of a king–
 Until apocalypse comes.
 His life is miserable! Or not.
 After spending two years hiding inside his luxurious Romanov bunker, living life the same old way full of alcohol, delicacies, and supermodels, he's finally forced to come out of his diamond turtle shell.
 Now, the world has become such a different place. His money, his friends, his status, all have been rendered useless.
 He was greeted with hordes of undead, mutated monsters, Alien technology, and superhumans that stood between him and his future.
 Fortunately, Viktor has found a Divine Artifact among his family's hidden treasure, The Djinn lamp that granted him the power to survive the new world.
 [You have received the spirit energy of stage two undead – level 10]
 [You have received 3 points in endurance]
 [You have received 5 points of spirit force]
 [You have reached a breakthrough into a new realm]
 With his newfound power, will the young master survive the apocalypse? Or will it only push his luck until he dies?
 This is the story of an arrogant young master on the journey to find the best thing; luxury, power, and jade beauties even in the apocalypse
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 Jiang Mian transmigrated into a female supporting character of the same name in a novel. The female supporting character had four fathers and was spoiled and arrogant. In the end, the heroine got rid of her.
 Fortunately, the plot wasn’t over when she transmigrated and Jiang Mian decided to get along with her four fathers.
 First Father: a Film Emperor
 Second Father: a Taoist master
 Third Father: a billionaire tyrant
 Fourth Father: a brilliant detective
 Wait, she has four fathers, but who’s the real one?
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 In the Marvel world, the Motherland template is loaded at the beginning. 
 Bai Ye's eyes flashed red: I can do whatever the hell I want! 
 This is a story infused with positive energy.
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 The protagonist shou, Xie Sui, was a proud son of heaven. He had an illustrious family background, was cold and removed from desire, and attracted many (psychopathic) admirers. From the gentle senior to the paranoid president, to the haughty and proud arch-enemy, these big guys were all top leaders of their respective fields, yet they were all crazy about him.
 After pushing him down a series of mentally and physically abusive paths, the three of them decided to join hands to destroy the Xie Family, imprison Xie Sui, crush his pride, and turn him into a pet that could only rely on them.
 While the crowd of readers howled “Wuwuwu the feels~”.
 Song Yu was already so angry he was going crazy. Not wanting to read any more of this eye-searingly bad novel, he cursed, “Idiots.” and hurried offline.
 As a result, when he woke up, he’d transmigrated.
 He’d transmigrated to become the Third Young Master of the Song Family in the novel, who had only been briefly mentioned in passing, would die of a terminal illness, and was Xie Sui’s childhood friend.
 Song Yu was terribly upset. At the same time, he’d already come to a decision in his heart––those three idiots, had better not think about wanting to get close to his little childhood friend!
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 Xie Sui was born cold hearted. In two lifetimes, he’d never tasted the sweetness of love, nor had he ever experienced the feeling of being protected.
 After destroying three big families and personally killing his enemies, he was reborn back to when he was 15 years old. He had to hide the violence and coldness in his heart and pretend to be the youth with a gentle and clean appearance that he’d been in the past.
 Everything was the same as before, except that the little childhood friend who was nothing but a vague memory in his previous life was exceptionally different this time.
 Like the spring breeze that thawed the frozen soil, someone reached into the abyss and grabbed his blood-stained hand.
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 Song Yu tore apart a love confession letter like he was venting and fumed, “Don’t pay attention to those people, don’t believe in their sweet words. They’re all scum, and their love is worthless. Don’t like them, okay?”
 Xie Sui gazed at him for a long time, then laughed, “Alright, I don’t like them.”
 I only like you.
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 Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation. 
 Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators. 
 In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.
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