The Rise of Otaku - Chapter 220 - Code of law

Blue Star youth Ning Shi accidentally downloaded a mobile game called “Zhu Century”.

“Di! The clone is created!”

Ning Shi has obtained a game clone, the clone will become stronger, and the main body will also become stronger!

“The clone has been exercising for 12 hours in the practice room, with +1 physique and +1 mental strength.”

“Clone the dragon to kill the dragon and get the blood of the dragon!”

“Use the Charm Fruit in one’s body, and the value of the face is +10!”

Doppelgänger traverses the game worlds one by one, creating forces and leaving legacy.

“The avatar has successfully communicated and conquered Alice, the Duke of Rose. Alice is about to arrive, please pay attention to the main body.”

Ning Shi:  …

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The whole world knows that she loves me, but only I know that I am a substitute!

When Jiang Liuyi was twenty-six years old, she caught up with the fashion and got married randomly.
The flash marriage partner was a woman of her age, with a good personality and a good temper.
What my friends envy the most is being obedient to her,
Even knowing that she was a random substitute because he broke up with his ex-girlfriend,
There is no complaint or regret to stay by her side, and it is as sweet as it is.

Jiang Liuyi was very useful.

Later, her ex-girlfriend returned to China, and the two needed to meet for business reasons.
A friend teased her about kneeling on the washboard when she got home. She was stunned for a while before she realized,

Her wife never asked about her ex-girlfriend.

In a word: You have the white moonlight, but I have the cinnabar mole.

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One sentence introduction: You have white moonlight, I have cinnabar mole
Conception: Deep love is not as good as long-term companionship.

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

In the original lines of the novel, I was a villainess—used as a political tool by my father and older brother—who ended up dying at the hands of my future husband.