I Can Give Talents - Chapter 202 – Leyvi’s Fan Club

When I cleared the final chapter of a game that was a national failure, I became an unnamed side character in it.

A non-standard, unmeasurable, EX rank supporting character.

Lu Xing zhi’s 18th birthday gift was a handsome, wealthy fiance. Since then, the little lonely orphan girl turned directly into Ms. Rich Perfect and embarked on the pinnacle of her life.

After getting over a scumbag, she was drowning in a pampered happy life.

She merely wanted to hold tightly onto this golden thigh, instead of being left gnawed to the bone by that scumbag.

Huo Jinchen: “It’s my first time. Don’t let me down.”

Lu Xingzhi: “Old man, don’t be so shameless.”

Huo Jinchen: “This old man loves you dearly. Good girl, let your husband love you dearly.”

Huo Jinchen in the eyes of other: honorable and elegant, clean-living and honest, and a modest gentleman.

In the eyes of Lu Xingzhi: A black bellied old man.

“All right, I’ll give you all you want, but you must never leave me.”

Lu Xingzhi nodded resolutely. This uncle has the money, the looks, a ravishing figure, and was so good to her. She would never leave unless she has a hole in her brain.

“What are you doing with your clothes off?”

“Seduce you.”

Love her and love her deeply. It’s an essential homework for Huo Jinchen with Lu Xingzhi.

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“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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