Modern Traveler - Chapter 24. Memory

[1V1, cool text, pet text] Others fast travel is bound to the system, abuse the scum and face, and walk to the pinnacle of life from then on.

The edge is superficial and fast, but it has embarked on a long road of finding, capturing, and blackening the system.

#When the blackening system personally incarnates into the blackened male gods of various planes, trick her, tease her, bully her, love her?

What should I do? Yuanqian sneered, cheating on me? Damn it! Tease me? It’s time to fight! deceive me? It’s time to kill!

Love me… Should… The black system always wants to throw me down? Should I fight back? Or should we fight back? Wait online#

Holding a wanted warrant in hand, pressing against the blackening system.

I have the plug-in in the world, and I can wear it in the plane as much as I want, and the male god can let me flirt!

This is a story about the host who wanted to kill the world, but accidentally teamed up with the blackened male god to become a demon and destroy the world.

- Description from novelbuddy

Zhen Bao was the village belle in the gully village.

Fu Mingshi suddenly appeared in a suit and leather shoes, claiming to be her childhood betrothed groom.

Zhen Bao was a little confused and went with him to the big city, only to find out that this slender-waisted and long-legged groom-to-be was extremely, extremely rich!

Reading tips:

1. The heroine has off the charts affinity with animals.

2. Tall, cold business elite & sweet veterinarian beauty, sweetness all the way!

3. Also known as “You Are My Destiny”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.