Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg - Chapter 242: Match

Baifeng had signed in Naruto World for three years and reached the sixth level, just when he thought he could finally be salted fish, kick the dance king, and punch Kaguya.

Ding, you have been selected and invited by the Tiantian dimension chat group, do you want to join?

No, no, I’m already at level 6, so I just came to the chat group.

The beautiful monster princess: Although I lost a good chicken, the monster girl is really good.

Dagu is not Dagu: As a partner of justice, it is our duty to maintain the peace of the universe.

I’m your father: Kulala, I’ll show you a hand-torn black beard to cheer you up.

Bai Feng: This chat group is a bit indecent.

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Su Hao traveled through the city and came to a world of integrated novels, and became one of the villain’s male supporting characters. He even kidnapped the heroine at the beginning.

Su Hao was a little panicked. In this world, various protagonists were born…

The son-in-law of the Dragon King pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, a super hero started from scratch, the soldier king returns, a peerless killer, an entertainment king, an immortal anchor, and an immortal respects life…

Facing the children of luck, what should he do?

“Ding – The host’s mood fluctuations are detected, and the Destiny Villain system is activated. Please make the following choices.”

[Option 1: Release the heroine, as if nothing happened, reward: Eliminate the identity of the host villain as a male supporting character! 】

[Option 2: Hunt down all the protagonists and become the villain of destiny, reward: lucky ten consecutive draws! 】

Since then…

Su Hao takes heaven and earth as the chessboard, and the protagonists of all walks of life as chess pieces, becoming the ultimate boss behind the scenes, dominating everything, covering the sky with only one hand…

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One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.