MTL - Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter 1080 shocked

[Sweet, Fiery, Refreshing, powerful couple, Cultural Heritages]Ye Wanlan's body had been possessed; after the transmigrator turned her life into a complete mess and left abruptly, she finally regained control of her own body, only to be trapped in the same day, repeating in an infinite loop for 999 years.No matter what she did, everything would start over, and she was forced to become a madwoman possessing numerous skills.The day she broke free from the loop, facing the disastrous aftermath, everyone laughed at her powerless efforts to restore order, until her past life was unintentionally exposed—Ye Wanlan leapt down from a height of thirty feet with her qinggong, unscathed.Some explained: She must've used wires.Ye Wanlan's rendition of “Battle-Breaking Music” left none injured yet many dead.Some defended: It's all post-production special effects.Ye Wanlan performed the Taiyi Divine Needle anew, miraculously healing others.Some covered up: It was all pre-written in the script.Afterward, long-lost martial arts secret techniques, Kesi silk skills, and operatic arts resurfaced in the world...Big shots making up excuses for her: ...Can you tone it down a bit?They're running out of excuses!·Suddenly, Ye Wanlan found she could hear the conversations of antiques and inadvertently mastered gossip from all ages and nations.【Absolutely no one knows that beneath the Fengyuan Pagoda lies the Tianqi ceremonial book】The next day, the Huaxia book of the Tianqi ceremony was brought to light.【I am Great Ancestor Ning's personal sword, and I won't tell you where the treasure is】The following day, international news reported the discovery of Great Ancestor Ning's treasure.The antiques who were slow to catch on finally sensed something was amiss: ???Ye Wanlan reached out her hand: I will take you home·The treasures of Shenzhou shall return to HuaxiaIn the new era, she is the sole torchbearerHe gambled his life on a Shenzhou golden age with her in it

The father is kind, the son is filial, the two fools;

Ten thousand years green hat is an egg.

Two-knife flow dragon Varian;

The Endless Ship King Jaina.

Maybe you don’t believe it, in fact, the above black mold turtles are all McDonald’s prodigals.

The days of a prodigal family are so boring and boring, life is always something to pursue, when the road to the god of law opens up in front…

and many more! Who told me that the talent is 1 point of [Brightness], and then all points of [Charge], [Rage], and [Titan’s Grip]?

And… who put the sand sculpture player in! ?

————–

Veteran author, author of several sets of fine novels such as “Storm of the God of the Storm”, the completion of the book is guaranteed. In addition, the readership group: 551430919, welcome to irrigate

- Description from novelbuddy

I had a supporting role in a modern fantasy.

The loyal dog of a villain with an angel’s name, Cheon Sa-yeon, and an unfortunate supporting character who died on his behalf, Han Yi-gyeol.

In order to escape from Cheon Sa-yeon and survive, he must use the protagonist, Ha Tae-heon.

But Ha Tae-heon, who he thought of as a lifeline, was infinitely indifferent to him. Rather, Cheon Sa-yeon showed interest.

But besides that, something strange happened.

The events that occurred in the original story had advanced, and the gate and monster levels had risen. Even the people were “different” from the original.

The original version I was trying to use was wrong.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.