Age of Gods: Thousand Folds System - Chapter 64 - Lei Luo’s Strength, Powerful Suppression

Lin Xingzhu passed through the book.
She became the cannon fodder for the coveted protagonist in a love action novel.
In the original text, after the main character’s courtship was rejected, he drugged the main character in an attempt to force her to submit, but was ruined by the main character’s suitors in the end.
At this time, Lin Xingzhu looked at the weak and flushed protagonist, and thought of the tragic ending of the original body in the future, and fell into deep thought.
A sentence flashed in my memory – you may not be a human being, but you cannot be a pervert.
Therefore, based on the concept of not being a pervert, Lin Xingzhu embarked on helping the protagonist avoid all kinds of plot checkpoints that are full of tricks and can reach the world and enter the sea.
Just when Lin Xingzhu thought that the rescue was successful and she could retire, she found that the protagonist Xiao Baihua was looking at her with strange eyes…
The woman’s bright red lips curled up, her slender fingers brushed her slender neck, causing tremors: “Since you’re here, stay with me forever.”

#save! It turns out that the weak little white rabbit I always thought turned out to be the black lotus with outstanding acting skills#
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After revealing his true colors——

“Don’t you want to get to know me?” The woman pressed her every step of the way, with a treacherous and ambiguous smile.
Lin Xingzhu: “!!”
Help! ! It turns out that the black lotus doesn’t need me to rescue at all, it turns out that I climbed high qaq

Bai Xiying held the apple in her hand, played with the fruit knife in her right hand, and said inexplicably, “Didn’t you come here for me?”
Lin Xingzhu looked at the reflective arc, and his heart trembled.
“as you wish.”
The corners of the woman’s lips raised slightly, and said meaningfully.
As the cold color approached, Lin Xingzhu subconsciously closed his eyes.
In the next second, an apple-flavored sweet kiss overflowed between the lips and teeth.
“Are the apples delicious?”
The woman’s sticky voice rang in his ears.
Lin Xingzhu was dizzy and nodded hastily.
“There are more here.” The woman pushed open the door of the storage room behind her, and said in a provocative voice, “You can also try the cherry flavor and peach flavor…”
Lin Xingzhu swept across the room, his pupils trembled, and the corners of his mouth were stiff: Shocked.jpg The pervert is by my side!

#save! So the black lotus has been playing me, right?##If this is the case, then I won’t be sleepy##足球向试.jpg#
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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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