Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain - Chapter 58 - Was he really worthy of being called her husband? (1)

Song Xingcheng found out that he was the cannon fodder for a novel…
The horror is, this is actually a post-apocalyptic novel?!
He relied on the rent of the two buildings to live a happy and free life, and his favorite grilled chicken…

But all of them will be gone!
Fortunately, the golden finger fell from the sky, and he became the lord of the city.

Since then, anywhere he had waved his hand had many houses, vast farmland, roaring factories, and rising technology…
Song Xingcheng not only once again lived a beautiful life of collecting rent and receiving soft hands but he also grabbed a man who can cook chicken!

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He Qianshan: My skill of making grilled chicken is inherited from my ancestors, come to my bowl soon ~

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How long can you hold out as a fugitive under the capture of top inspection officers?”

Wang Yun had just arrived in this parallel world, only to find himself participating in a reality show, playing the role of a fugitive.

How can he evade capture by the various program’s hunters?

The longer the escape, the higher the reward, with a maximum prize of ten billion.

…

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the peerless rogue system.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level parkour skills.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level driving skills.”

A battle of physical strength.

A battle of wits.

The world is stunned!

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Zhang Chen traveled to the world of tomb raiders and bound the storyteller system. As long as someone listened to the book, he could gain popularity.

So Zhang Chen started his life as a storyteller at the Crescent Hotel.

What he never expected was that Boss Yin was actually interested in him!

He thought she was the boss, and she actually wanted to marry him!

The bigwigs of the Nine Sects and Four Factions originally just listened at random, but they didn’t expect that the more they listened, the more they felt that something was wrong.

The Lu Palace in the Warring States Period, the Tomb of the Queen of Jingjue, the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, and the Jiuzhong Yaolou, all of them are told of bizarre stories.

At first, everyone didn’t find any problems, but with the discovery of ancient tombs.

The expressions of everyone also changed.

This is storytelling! This is clearly an introduction to the experience of tomb raiding!

Where is this upside-down boss coming from, he must be brought in! .

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