Problematic Sister Fell In Love With Me - Chapter 505 - Dong Xiaoye’s Freedom

“I have to squander; otherwise, won’t it be a waste of my parent’s talent at earning money?” Hong Dali answers a reporter’s question matter-of-factly.

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System’s interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, “I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I’ll have to work harder!”

“I want to splurge! I want to squander!”

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As a general of the First Army of the Alliance, Lu Cichuan died with the enemy in a battle. When he woke up again, he found that he had come to a completely unfamiliar world.
After analyzing the popular science through intelligent light and brain, Lu Cichuan realized that he had penetrated into a Zerg text and became the third prince of the villain’s scum. The kind that remains.
Lu Cichuan: …
The Zerg were all sick, and his rebellious wife broke his head on the wedding night. Lu Cichuan was unwilling to stay here and entangled with the Zerg. He ordered the intelligent light brain to quickly find out the possibility of returning to Emperor Star. method.
When I was idle, I was idle. When Lu Cichuan was asked how to deal with the female prince who dared to commit crimes, he made a mysterious trip to the dungeon where the female prince was imprisoned.
The female monarch was covered in blood, her wings were forced to spread, and she was nailed to the gray-white wall, her long hair covering her face, but the moment those ice-blue eyes lifted, Lu Cichuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Guangnao: Admiral, your heart is beating so fast.
Lu Cichuan: …
Guangnao: Admiral, with all due respect, you are in love with him.
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Luo knew from an early age that he was not a normal female. He seemed to suffer from a kind of androphobia. He would rather die on the battlefield than marry any lazy male, parasitic on him, draining his blood and inch by inch. Meat.
He carefully disguised his abnormality, but one day, he was discovered by the overly sensitive and vicious Third Highness and forcibly accepted as a female monarch.
He should have continued to disguise and serve the male, but the moment his hands touched him, Luo couldn’t help losing control and threw the delicate male out.
After being brought back to the palace for disposal by the awakened male insect, Luo Ben thought that what awaited him were many cruel methods of cruelty.
Unexpectedly, the pale and beautiful little male worm only tickled and waved his whip ten times, then he cried out that his hand was aching, and threw himself to the female female to “wash it clean and apply medicine”.
A long time later, Luo looked at the handsome S-rank male worm in front of him on the battlefield with a knife and a beast, and he had deep doubts.
Luo: Are there really top ten male insects who are motivated and self-improving, and are single-minded and single-minded.
Yes…it’s his hero.
Gentle and handsome, fighting strength, attacking, early-stage disgust with male insects, late-stage true fragrant loyal dog, obedient and obedient
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Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Cichuan, Luo ┃ Supporting role: Lu Ning, Lu Wen, Alvin ┃ Others:

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Clearing wasteland, farming, exploring and collecting, starting from scratch to slowly build an estate that completely belongs to oneself.Jiang Yuan always thought that the bound game was a cheat that could shuttle between two realms to sell things, until he discovered that the skills obtained in the game could also be used in reality!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”