MTL - The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era - Chapter 732 1 comedian

Wu Chen traveled to a new world, but he is trapped on July 7, 2020!He indulged himself, did all kinds of evil things, ran away in despair, and even committed su*cide hundreds of times in all kinds of ways. But when the day ends, everything goes back to the beginning.While getting stuck in the repetitive days, he spent countless days learning and studying. And so, he has mastered hundreds of languages and can communicate with 99.9% of the world’s population. He is also proficient in all mainstream musical instruments, arts, dancing, performances, shooting and martial arts… In fact, he is comparable to a master in any and every one of them.In this way, he lived for a thousand years.However, when a new day dawns and the sun rises as usual, the date is… July 8, 2020!

She was originally a daughter of a thousand gold, but who would have thought that her father would be demoted to the south of the Five Ridges once. Start with a dilapidated house, nothing you want!

A broken house is a broken house. A family working together is better than anything else. Zhao Liya took her parents, brother, sister and righteous brother to open up wasteland and farm, and make a fortune. There are treasures everywhere in Lingnan. If you work hard to start a business, your life will become more and more prosperous.

In the process of working hard to farm and make money, she met a very compatible partner. She pointed east, and her partner would never go west. She said that she would go to the sea, but her partner would never go up the mountain. Making spices, opening a restaurant… My partner said: “Good!”

Zhao Liya is very satisfied, give her another fight with such a partner!

Partner: “Not good! Just me is enough!”

Later, when the partner’s identity was exposed, Zhao Liya clenched her fists, “It’s really enough to have you alone!”

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”