My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge - Chapter 300: Scared of Comfort

[Female disguised as man, 1v1 strong man and strong woman]

No green tea, no dog blood, feel free to enter the pit. In the eyes of fans, “he” is the almighty male god. In the e-sports circle, “he” is the invincible e-sports god. Likewise, “he” is a mysterious computer genius. But in a person’s eyes, “he” will always be his favorite child.

“Gender is not a problem!”

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen and said this seriously, but why did An Chen’s expression look a little strange?

When a boyfriend became a girlfriend, Fu Yanxing asked every day, “When can I marry my child home?”

- Description from novelbuddy

A person with a strong thirst for knowledge traveled to the future five hundred years later. There are cities sailing in space, aliens with technology far beyond the earth, and monks based on spiritual power.

After waking up in a frozen city, he found that he had suddenly awakened spiritual power, and he also brought a world of “StarCraft” with him!

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- Description from novelbuddy

We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”

Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?”

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

- Description from Novelupdates

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn’t dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!