Mr Gu's First Doting Marriage - Chapter 46 - 47: Cinderella Turns Back to Her Original Self after Midnight

Hello, my name is Hespera, and I am a psychopath or at least that is what all my doctors kept saying... and the god of reincarnation. He and the primordial of Chaos were quite the amusing duo. Oh, did I mention that I am also the first (and last) family member of Chaos. Yeah, that surprised me too. Apparently becoming a Blessed isn't easy.Anyway, I'm about to head out to my... hmm, fifth world? Or was it the sixth? Oh drat, I lost count! Well, whatever. It was lovely meeting you strange person from behind the screen. Please enjoy my life as-Girls! Stop groping me~

Tang Zhou dreamed that he was cannon fodder in a novel.

Because of prejudice, he misunderstood and hurt the villain, and later was framed by his illegitimate younger brother and became impoverished.

After waking up from his dream, he looked at the innocent and harmless young villain in front of him and decided to change his own ending.

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Fu Shen knew about his past long ago and had been plotting for many years for this reason.

He agreed to Tang Zhou’s harsh demands, pretended to be harmless, and in silence kept a low profile.

The original plan was to turn around and leave naturally after the deed was done.

But unexpectedly, after one night, this person seemed to have changed.

Peeled off the coat of indifference, there was actually a piece of small sugar cake inside.

Fu Shen was born with a sweet tooth, and after having a taste, he couldn’t let go.

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Gou Tiangoudi (slashing with a knife) and severe persecution of paranoia alpha attack × God made the most beautiful charming spirit omega sufferer

The end is coming, Le Buqun got a system, and was tempted to say that the recharge can be turned into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle can be turned into an RV! From then on, the global tour of Doomsday Paradise will take you to experience epic doomsday-style blockbusters, such as the siege of millions of zombies, and the great escape of life and death. For example, the horror cruise ship zombie horror, exposing the serial murder of ugly people. Another example is the competition of forces in the survival base, which outlines the difficult struggles of the little people under the collapse of the world…

As long as you bind the system, you can immediately own the peak RV of successful people. Fully automatic offense and defense integration, you can choose the luxury interior decoration. Flat-terrain racing cars, just off-road outdoors, and cruise ships in the water, God, the system is currently being updated, and it will come to the sky sooner or later. Since then, stay away from disputes, sit and watch the situation from the perspective of God. You deserve SB48748 license plate RV!

Le Buqun’s wise little eyebrows wrinkled: Humph! Don’t try to lie to me, it is impossible to die! It’s too dangerous outside, and there are always people who want to harm me.

Yan Cijing: The most important thing is that the world can’t keep it, Zhu Yan Cijingjinghua Cishu. The old lady is too beautiful, she always leans close to me without her eyesight, this is forcing me to do things. However, there seems to be a blind person who can’t even see the beauty of the old lady. Sword come!

Le Buqun, the protagonist of the apocalypse style, is neither a good person nor a villain, but a low-level character, and his personality may be extreme. Before the apocalypse, they abide by the legal standards of the society, and after the apocalypse, they follow their own exclusive principles (good or bad), and do not like to stray in!

Content label: Doomsday system
Search keywords: protagonist: Le Buqun, Yan Cijing ┃ Supporting role: passerby A, B, C, Dong… ┃ Others:

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”