MTL - Best Ex-wife: President, Don’t Count on Me - Chapter 919 He must have stole the pumpkin last night

When he woke up, Ling Feng found that he had transmigrated, not only transmigrated, but also transmigrated into the book of the heroine written by himself, and became the peak power of Yuan Ying, a cultivator that everyone envied.

But the moment he knew the identity of the original owner, Ling Feng panicked. It turned out that he was the ashes-level villain who only lived less than thirty chapters!

She was tortured and killed by the female protagonist for 49 days. After she died, she was displeased and threw her soul into the kennel to suppress her for countless years…

This bloody plot…Is it really written by me? ?

I have to rewrite it, okay? !

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- Description from novelbuddy

Unidentified girl, a strange and familiar world. What she was looking for was not only the secret of her life experience, but also the truth about life and death. The boundary marker that appears in the dream is an obstacle or an opportunity. After falling into the vortex of fate, how the girl will choose, guard the rules, overturn the rules, and the trajectory of the world will be completely different.

[The book is suspenseful and mysterious. The number of words is expected to be at least one million. It is definitely not supervised. The new book and the new book hope that everyone will give more opinions and be grateful for everything. ]

- Description from novelbuddy

“Just once, I want to make it through the first stage of screening…”

As soon as she fell into the world of beastmen, a leopard forcibly took her back to his home. Indeed, Bai Qingqing is at a complete and utter loss. The males in this world are all handsome beyond compare, while the women are all so horrid that even the gods shudder at their sight. As a first-rate girl from the modern world (she’s also a quarter Russian), Bai Qingqing finds herself sitting at the center of a harem filled with beautiful men — at the very peak of existence.