Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 8:

Once in time, she became a peasant girl in Yuehe Village who had just been divorced. Her parents disappeared, leaving her with a five-year-old child. Little Baozi brother, grandma doesn’t care, grandpa doesn’t care, uncles and aunts are top-notch, cousins ​​make fun of them.

It doesn’t matter, we have space and the world in our hands. Let’s see her make a fortune with her little bun.

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Demons are lurking, and there are thousands of races.

If you don’t pay attention, you will eat the weak.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with Li Dan, because as long as he is self-disciplined, he can get corresponding rewards and become perfect and invincible!

“Congratulations to the host for insisting on exercising every day and obtaining a top-level body forging exercise.”

“Congratulations to the host for insisting on basking in the sun every day and getting a top shield.”

“Congratulations to the host for insisting on playing ball every day and obtaining the full-level alchemy talent.”

Crowd: Why does he not do his work every day, and his cultivation keeps rising?

“Ding: Release a new self-discipline task, insist on confessing the beautiful women in the sect for a month, and reward a mysterious talent.”

Li Dan: “Everyone is busy first, I have something to do, so I will leave first, senior sisters, your Dandan is here-“

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Pinning her tall body against the hard wall, he looked into her beautiful emerald green eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "I have two options for you," his body came closer to hers as he continued, "Be my girlfriend. Or," his lips turned into a sly smile as he whispered close to her ear, "Be my boyfriend." He even dared to wink right before her as his dark orbs glinted amusingly.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.