Defrosting The Cold Young Master - Chapter 582 - 585: Unpredictable Intentions, Impure Motives... Love Rivals!

A door unfolded before him.Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within.The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear.The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests.They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party.Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering.He had no reason to refuse.

The Sect Leader has taken in a new female disciple.She is very beautiful, causing countless people to be enchanted by her.Until Zhou Qing finally activated the entry, seeing a golden tag flashing above many people's heads.According to the hint, that was others' inner notes about him.The chief of the neighboring peak's note on him was [A lecherous pervert playing dumb chicken].Yan's note on him was [Junior brother who is both lustful and daring].Shi Zhen's note on him was [Junior brother Zhou with worsening sleepwalking condition]…When Zhou Qing looked at this new junior sister, her note was[So handsome][So powerful][So domineering].At this moment, it could basically be confirmed that she liked him.So, Zhou Qing gathered the courage to confess.“I... like you.”But she laughed heartily: “Dad, you were so funny when you were young.”

Mu Yang was born again in 2008, in his prime, with a beautiful girlfriend on the left and a reading system on the right.

At LV1, for every 1000 words read, +1 yuan, +1 skill experience;

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Mu Yang is helpless: I really don’t blame me, I just want to read quietly.

Single girl, focusing on physical industry, nostalgic writing, relaxing, making up for regrets, starting with this book.

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?