The Reincarnated Villain Makes The Heroines Tearfully Beg for Forgiveness - Chapter 49: Here I Come to Eliminate the Demons!

1. For two years, Mu Qinglin was worried about something, and often went to drink in Hongmen Alley, the unintentional East Street.
By chance, she conveniently rescued a little hedgehog with a plump mouth.
Coaxing her to go to school, accompanying her to grow up, smoothing out her hair in handfuls, this little hedgehog took a fancy to her, chased her with both soft and hard methods, and after smoothing out the things in her heart for her, vowed to stay with her for the rest of his life.
Later, he left her without any warning, and there was no news of her for many years.
2. In the years after the breakup, Zhou Yi walked tens of kilometers on the grassland thousands of miles away every day, protecting the wild animals and their habitats that might be killed at any time with his flesh and blood.
Brutal, dry, and unknown.
When he died again due to poor medical and equipment conditions, Zhou Yi, the deputy captain of the patrol team, decided to return to China to seek financial help.
In the drinking game with the leadership of the foundation, Zhou Yi was poured several glasses of white wine and used the excuse of going to the bathroom to induce vomiting.
Coming back and bumping into Mu Qinglin’s familiar face, Zhou Yi’s nerves were broken, and he subconsciously called her, “Sister——”
Mu Qinglin, who was the host and guest, was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, “Who is Captain Zhou called?”
Zhou Yi came back to his senses, rubbed his face carelessly and said, “Sorry, I admitted the wrong person.”
The smile on Mu Qinglin’s face disappeared in an instant, and he couldn’t leave the wine all night afterwards.

It was night, Zhou Yi returned to the temporarily rented house exhausted, and when he came out of the shower, someone grabbed his wrist and clasped it behind his back.
Mu Qing, who smelled like alcohol, came up to him, gritted her teeth and asked, “Admit it?! Zhou Yi, it’s only been five years, how dare you forget me completely?!”
Zhou Yi pursed his lips tightly and dared not speak.
Over the years, she obviously misses the smell of this person crazily…
● 1v1, he, reunited after a broken mirror, with an age difference of 8 years
● Wildlife Ranger vs Investigative Reporter
● When I miss you, you are in my eyes, in my heart, and in my passionate life.

Content tags: Romance in the City, Reunion after a Broken Mirror, A Match Made in Heaven, The Proud Son of Heaven
Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhou Yi, Mu Qinglin ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Qin Qing played a game and suddenly traveled to the world of Greek mythology and became Apollo, the God of light.

At this time, he discovered that the treasure chest system in the game had also traveled over.

Looking at the densely packed light spots on the map plate, he couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

Um, Athena, don’t get me wrong, I’m just here to get a treasure chest. I didn’t break into your bedroom on purpose.

Zeus, please move your butt. My god-level treasure chest is under your throne.

Here, why is the super god treasure chest in Tartarus?

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