The Domineering Glutton Of The Future - Chapter 751 - 751 Extra. Ning Chen (6)

[Quan You Fan: You can read without barriers even if you haven’t read the original book or TV series]

after many years,

When the legendary lord, the dragon knight, the son of the holy flame, the nightmare of the schemer, the smasher of the order of the game, the undefeated myth on the battlefield, the ruler of the seven kingdoms and the guardian of the whole territory——

When Samwell Caesar sat on the Iron Throne,

He must have thought of that distant afternoon when he got the pioneering order from the Rose of Highgarden.

At that time, no one could have imagined that this young man abandoned by his father would set off an iron-blooded storm that would sweep across the entire continent of Westeros.

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Overnight, the whole world became gamified in Su Mo’s eyes

Not only can he use his life to draw cards

You can also see the hidden attributes of real objects

then–

He looked at the chandelier above his head:

[Item: A dilapidated chandelier]

[Hint: There is still one minute and seven seconds to drop]

Turning to look at his right hand:

[Item: A piece of the right hand of a young man]

[Hint: Due to long-term training, the grip strength is 3% stronger than that of the left hand]

Then look at the ginseng on the table:

[Item: A wild ginseng]

[Hint; it is contaminated with a trace of origin qi, eating it may make you more energetic]

…

Su Mo excitedly ran to meet the school girl who had just confirmed the relationship.

I saw a bright red streak of blood shining on my girlfriend’s head:

[Item: A Very Hungry Fox Demon]

[Hint: You may not be her opponent]

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

In my last life, it was difficult to have a child. In this life, I was given three radish heads as soon as I passed it, and there was an extra head. I thought my husband was a rough guy, but I didn’t expect a tough guy to have tenderness.

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