To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 255 - Give Me a Chance

Sheng Jiaoyang, a human-beautiful, poisonous and scumbag full-level troublemaker, abducted a system, defected to the Space-Time Administration, became a freelancer, and began to happily rule the world in various worlds.

As a result, if they were not careful, everyone became a snake spirit.

The dandy second son on campus, the playful second son of a wealthy group, the dangerous and powerful sea monster, the cold and noble overlord… These are the proud sons of heaven who should have had a smooth life, but they all encountered disaster.

Jiao Yang: “It’s all because of my beauty.”

system:”……”

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“Mm!”A muffled moan, strained with the effort to suppress emotion, escaped.Cheng Yuan finally inserted his penis into the vagina of the beautiful woman he had dreamed of.Incredibly painful!It was even more painful than her first night as a bride!“It's, it's too big…”“Should I pull out?”Pan Cuilian quickly wrapped her arms around Cheng Yuan, kissing him passionately, tears flowing uncontrollably.“Don't be gentle with me! Go hard!”

Travel through the Naruto world and be reborn as a dried persimmon ghost shark.

“As a dam maintainer, I carry two hundred catties of lime with me, which is very reasonable and reasonable, right?”

“The so-called unlimited physique means that you are in charge of physique, and I am in charge of unlimited.”

I kidnapped and robbed, didn’t pay my debts, beat up the elderly, bullied children, attacked others without telling the truth, and often killed my superiors and employers…

But I know that I am a good ninja.

I have the heart of a bodhisattva, the face of a vajra, and the means of demons. I walk in the darkness of the ninja world, but I pursue a bright future where everyone is like a dragon.

I, the dried persimmon shark, was born a miscellaneous fish, and swore that one day, I would smash this boring world dominated by blood theory.

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When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.