MTL - I Built a Territory in Ancient Times - Chapter 174 Festival

Xia Wenchu ​​has been straight for twenty-four years, but after his death, he entered a BL article in the entertainment industry. Fortunately, he is just a villain.
Sing and forget the words, dance and stretch.
Fans shout every day: The ball is over, Wen Chuxia let go of the captain and leave the group!
Xia Wenchu: OK.
After leaving the group, Wen Chuxia was forced to participate in a men’s team draft.
I wanted to try the salted fish lying down, but the strength didn’t allow it.
In the first episode of the show, the judge guest: “You are a professional.”
After a few rounds of competition, the professional style gradually deviated——
Hot search#Wen Chuxia and his harem#
#Inventory of Wen Chuxia’s CP group#
#wild summer#
Wen Chuxia: “…” What the hell?

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After forming a group, Lin Huai found that he had a, and a bend.
He clears obstacles on Weibo every day. Any “Xiayu CP”, “Zero Zero CP”, and “Emperor CP” are all fake!
Lin Huai shouted for himself on the trumpet, and suddenly one day he forgot to switch accounts.
-@林华: “Huaixia” is true!
Netizen: “…”
woc, cooking admits it, got it for real!
Wen Chuxia was shocked: “Are you sick?”
Lin Huai turned into an old dog: “I have love.”
[Fake straight male attack vs real deep cabinet acceptance]

*All professional content is made up.
*No prototype, don’t substitute.
*The most important thing is to have fun, don’t look for logic on me.
*Bingtang produced, it may be sweet, come and try it =3=

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Chuxia, Lin Huai ┃ Supporting role: Teammate ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: What kind of business do you want to engage in!
Purpose: Everyone must bow their heads in the face of strength, and work hard to realize their dreams.

- Description from novelbuddy

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

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.