Thriller Paradise - Chapter 545

Q: How to prevent the blackening of female supporting roles?
Passerby: Crush her in terms of IQ, humiliate her in terms of force, and then correct her three views!
Chen Rong: The first choice is to get rid of the female supporting role
The second option is to kill the male protagonist
The third option… Crush the male protagonist, and then Jinwu Zangjiao!
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Chen Rong woke up drunk, the silky feeling on her hands made her stunned for a moment, and in a split second, a pair of soft and boneless hands wrapped around her waist.
“A Rong, you are not allowed to look at others in the future, otherwise, I will be angry.”
The system is roaring: “I told you to stop her from blackening! I didn’t let you sleep with her!!!”
Chen Rong: “???”
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1. The rich and the enemy of the country’s little rich woman × pure and moving Bai Yueguang [Completed]
2. Sword fairy with explosive combat power × contrasting cute high-cold goddess doctor [completed]
3. The traitorous minister who seeks to usurp the throne × the petite little princess [completed]
4. Slaughter the Great Demon King of the Quartet × Invincible Fighting Female Hero [Completed]
5. The cannon fodder who the way of heaven made me die and the cannon fodder that I don’t want to die x The temple wizard who is a veteran of Lolita

No matter who you become, I will protect you wherever you are closest.
●1v1 main attack mutual favor
●The author’s writing is slag
●The first time to write fast wear and lily
●I want to improve my writing!

- Description from novelbuddy

The world has changed into something like a game.

It resembles a survival virtual reality game where people were attacked by zombies and monsters.

And I was the last user of that game.

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

In the middle of the night, looking at the woman in his embrace, he smiled devilishly, “With your discontentment, do you want me to continue?”