Slow Prison Life - Chapter 26 - Noblewoman Dotes on her Little Brother

Gu MingYue is absolutely done with being the cannon fodder side character of a novel… To think that she, born with beauty and status, had her life and her man stolen by a white lotus who had nothing on her! What on earth is going on!?

But everything changed after she met the one called “System”. After finding out that she was a mere cannon fodder in a novel, and that by completing various missions, she would be able to achieve what she wanted most – to be reborn into her world!

This is a story of a strikingly beautiful and poised cannon fodder, out on a mission to complete quests, and there is only one way to do so – have sex!

[Woman disguised as a man + Shuangqiang super pet] After thousands of tasks, the system is actually poisoned? Clean up the virus, but also bind another system? !

The prosperous and prosperous heartthrob system is being launched, and the gender is being transformed. Please prepare the host for the female supporting role!

Luo Bai: What if I really want to kill it? 【Smile face】

Xiao Mi Mi: My host is so cool and madly dragged to the limit that he really wants to hug his thighs, but he is always disliked and swollen? !

Also known as: “The whole world is crazy about me”

Or also known as: “How to uninstall the heartthrob system? ! 》

Or also known as: “The system asks me to disguise as a man every day to seduce women”

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The crumbling Vienna System is unable to stop the rise of the Second Empire, as the Emperor's nephew is about to visit his faithful Paris.Protector of the Apennine, Honorary Chairman of the Rhine Federation, Close Ally of the Kingdom of Spain, French Empire Augustus Jerome Bonaparte:I will make France great again!--------------------(Reasonable historical deduction party, Paradox Interactive game players rejoice!)

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.