Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 1368

Lin Qingyan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
Shuangjie/Sweet pet
The cold and well-behaved little beauty is attacked by x indifferent and domineering business tycoons
(ps: Shou is born without pain, even if injured)
In the last life, Lin Qingyan was deceived by a scumbag, framed by Bai Lianhua, abused and beaten by netizens, and finally died miserably in a broken house.
After his rebirth, he decided to stay away from the scumbag and the white lotus, and concentrate on his career, only to find that the man who took care of him before his death in his previous life turned out to be a well-known business tycoon – Gu Fei.
The Gu family in Nancheng is a famous and wealthy family. It is rumored that the head of the Gu family, Gu Fei, is cold-hearted and never gets close to people.
Until one day he picked up a homeless little poor man on the road and brought him home.
The poor little girl was very good and soft, she didn’t resist when she was bullied, she just lowered her eyes and blushed.
The child is so good, Master Gu can only pamper him, and he is afraid of falling when he holds it in the palm of his hand.
It turned out that all the encounters were premeditated for a long time.
Sylvia Lin finally understood who really loved him.
small theater:
①Yan Yan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
②Yan Yan was on the show, and there was a part of calling the parents. Yan Yan called Gu Ye, Gu Ye smiled and explained to the show team: I will ask you to take care of my children. By the way, it’s not my father, I am his husband.

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As we all know, there is a force that must not be messed with in the Southern Region, thatched cottage.

Among them, the eldest disciple is the Qingyun Sword Master of the Southern Region, with a mastery of swordsmanship.

The second disciple, the Eternal Empress, leads an era.

The third disciple is a great Confucianist in the world, and the star of Wenqu came down to earth.

The fourth disciple, the reincarnation of the demon god, suppressed Jiuyou.

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Lu Changsheng: Me? I am nothing special, just their master.

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Dreams are… a reality that only those who are capable can speak about.This was an era marked by the births of geniuses!This was an era where heroes could be found everywhere!The fierce conflict between the aristocrats and the civilians, the open and veiled battles between the Federation and the Empire, the restlessly lurking extraterrestrials…When the principles of truth were within the range of battleship cannons, when order had no place in this world… Mu Fan, with the mysterious intelligent life “Black” and his unwavering will, fiercely tore open the magnificent Great Galaxy Era!

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.