Global Game: Ten Billion Spirit Energy Coins From The Start - Chapter 1559 - 1447, repair funds, 3 trillion!

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Ji Zheng penetrated into a danmei article, the protagonist attacked, loved and killed three million words, and he was just a ruthless and arrogant cannon fodder tyrant.
The tyrant is not easy to be, and it is difficult and tiring to be surrounded by tigers and wolves. At any rate, as long as the character is not broken and the tyrant plays the plot well, he can wait for the protagonist to rebel against the usurpation, and drive him out of power and seal him as an idle prince.
Ji Zheng rubbed his hands together, expressing that he was looking forward to retirement.
Seeing the protagonist attack the palace banquet to discuss matters.
The tyrant is secretly excited, yin and yang strangely: Oh? Your Majesty is hiding something from me.
I saw that the protagonist Qiu Hunting came out on top.
The tyrant greatly admired it, and sneered: “The lord is good at it, so let’s reward him with a white jade crown.”
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Mingci Yue is the only prince in the dynasty, the emperor’s uncle with different surnames who is not related by blood.
The young emperor above the golden hall, with white skin and red lips covered by the robe of Zhu Gong, his face is gloomy, and he is as noble as a fairy. The more Mingci lowered his head, retracted his gaze, and pressed the unspeakable desire to the bottom of his eyes.
But suddenly I heard a naive voice, “The dragon chair is so awkward, my butt hurts, who will help me!”
“When do I get off work, the air is so quiet, no one hears my stomach growl…”
He looked up in surprise, and met the cold, frosty gaze.
This time, I heard the voice of my heart more clearly.
“The hat is so heavy, the neck is about to break, when will the prince usurp the throne, I can’t bear it for you!!”
Ming Ci’s lips curled more and more, he was a powerful minister of the wolf son, with great ambitions, so big… he wanted to pull the aloof emperor into his arms on the spot.

1. The acting school is really salted fish and a pseudo-tyrant is attacked by *paranoia, black belly, mind-reading emperor
2. Su Shuang has no logic due to the attributes of the heartthrob, and the dynasty is empty orz
3.1v1, he, 9/6
4. Attacking and receiving are not related by blood, not on a household registration book, focus on
5. Want to see the guide of the small theater of copywriting Chapter 25

Content tags: The court marquis has a soft spot, sweet text, wears books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ji Zheng, Ming Ci Yue ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: I can’t stand for the protagonist
Purpose: learn to think in a different position, be considerate of the other person’s mind, and cherish the other person and yourself in an appropriate way

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Jiang Yang and Qin Xu both dislike each other. Every time they meet they become filled with hatred. Both have feelings for the school idol but they didn’t expect that the other party was actually a cross-dressing man. In an instant, their world views were shattered.

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.