Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women - Chapter 397 - 399

Nima’s ex-girlfriend can’t afford to be hurt, okay? Lying on the gun all the time, dear!
In the romance novel, the ex-girlfriend is responsible for breaking up the hero and heroine insanely!
In the Danmei novel, the ex-girlfriend is responsible for being satirized and abused by Xiao Gong Xiao!
In the stallion novel, the ex-girlfriend is responsible for waiting for the protagonist to become famous and regret it later!
In every romance novel, there is an ex-girlfriend who is seriously ill.
In every Tanmei novel, there is a vexatious ex-girlfriend.
In every stallion novel, there is an ex-girlfriend who is blind to money.
The ex-girlfriend said here that her knee hurts, okay? Please let me go!
The current girlfriend has the golden finger of the protagonist, so this time, let’s see who will lie down first!
[No CP! ! ! Struggle flow! ! ! Abusive man! ! ! 】
[The heroine of this article is inspired to hand over all her ex-boyfriends to the country! No time for romance! ! ! 】

Content tags: rebirth, portable space, entertainment circle, fast travel
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She roused from a pool of blood, vowing to exact retribution on those who had harmed her.

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In a world where the human race is bound to be annihilated, six heroes are summoned with the sacred mission of saving mankind from extinction. The task of leading them in their crusade falls upon the shoulders of a single amnesic and weak man forsaken in the wilderness alone without any means of survival.

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