The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon - Chapter 77 - Evil Dragon Lord’s awakening (?)

By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife.I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on.At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly.(A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)

Chen Muxue, the chef of Internet celebrity private kitchen, has transmigrated into a book, and has become the ultimate villain of the male fairy tale novel, and shot the male protagonist away with an iron pot as soon as he came.

Seeing the dilapidated sect and a group of picked up children waiting to be fed, Chen Muxue decided to eat before talking.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that this meal would last the whole summer…

One day, a man with a celestial spirit came over: “Master, is the sect in charge of food? If it is in charge of food, I am willing to worship inside the sect.”

Chen Muxue: “No problem, go plow the field!”

The next day, the entire cultivation world was shocked! Everyone began to test Qiandingmen one after another. No one knew why the great god of Xianmen, who had always been dressed in white, was willing to farm here…

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Bao RuanRuan is in an adventure survival game. After practicing his ability to survive MAX, he can clear the level at full level.

But she slipped into a text in the entertainment industry and became a 108-line jerk full of black material, and was terminated by the company.

When Bao Ruanruan woke up, the original body was about to commit suicide, standing on the balcony ten meters high.

She immediately retracted her jumping foot.

-To live is the greatest wealth. If everyone else dies, she has to live!
A month later, Bao Ruanruan, who just wanted to save his life with thin waist, long legs, fair skin and beautiful skin, appeared on the show under the arrangement of the new brokerage company.

The audience strongly resisted and wanted to see her make a fool of herself.
but:

In the restaurant program, everyone else was working hard, but she was the only one who downloaded 18 HowNet papers.

Analysis data: Dodecylbenzenesulfonic acid, the main component of detergent, will enter the bloodstream and cause damage if 0.5% of it remains on the skin. Aussie brand dish soap formula with minimal residue, buy it!

audience:? Order is placed!

In the wilderness life program, everyone else tried to attract the audience, but she was the only one who checked whether the doors and windows could be closed normally and whether there were any criminals on the scene.

He also took out multivitamin tablets, grape seeds, cod liver oil, foot soaking bucket, traditional Chinese medicine foot soaking bag, and cervical spine massager, and placed them on the head of his bed with devotion.

audience:? ! Buy it now, or it will be out of stock again!

In the crew, other actors are listening to the director’s instructions, trying to shine in front of the camera.

Only Bao Ruanruan walked over to the pool where she was playing with her hands behind her back.

“Director, this pool is 2 meters deep? If I fall in this posture, there is a risk of more than 0.5% hitting my head, which is very dangerous. I suggest changing the posture.”

Security Expert: She’s right!

audience:! !

In various shows, the male and female supporting roles and villains who hate her and want to settle accounts with her.

But Bao Ruanruan had long since fled far away, dragging a small bench and wearing a mask.

“The world is too dangerous, I’m going on a voyage. You guys are arguing slowly, I’ll go first~”

Male & Female: ? ?

Bao Ruanruan just wanted to live a good life, work part-time to make money, buy some ginseng, snow lotus, bird’s nest, live in the Jinting community, which is said to have first-class security measures in the imperial capital, and then leave the circle safely.

But in the end, she was on fire!

Not only the first in the circle, but also the best female artist in the audience.
Everyone was amused by her, liked her true temperament, and hoped that she would live on the TV screen for the rest of her life!

When the media asked her how she managed to make the audience like it.

Soft package: ? Misunderstanding, never. I just want to live another five hundred years.

audience:? ?

Fan: “After powdering Ruan Ruan, my cervical spondylosis is cured, and my asthma is also cured.”

“Zizai is ordering me. Last time I almost forgot to turn off the gas, she saved my life!”

“After the goose said to be wary of strangers, I successfully reported a fugitive bad guy!”

audience:! !

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The agent, Xue Jing, is one of the heirs of the three surnames in the capital.
He wanted to go back to inherit the family business after completing the legend of a gold broker that “no one can hold” in the entertainment industry, but the road was soft.
Xue Jing: I talked to you about a variety show, and I will go tomorrow.
Bao Ruanruan: Do you know what the probability of dying on the road is? You know the probability of a workplace injury—
Xue Jing: !
What, he has a knife!

ps: The heroine retains the super-high physical fitness of the game villain, and is proficient in eighteen martial arts.
– I’m weak, I pretend.
[The superficial cowardly bag is full of goddess. The petite health bag VS the appearance is arrogant and the inside is black. The investor’s agent male protagonist]

Content Labels: Female Match Wearing Books Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Bao Ruanruan ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received article “The Royal Kitchen Breaks into the Entertainment Circle and Explodes” Kneeling for Collection ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Going hard, becoming popular in the entertainment industry
Purpose: work hard to counterattack

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.