Tower of Heaven - Chapter 297: Combat Circuit [2]

Lu Yang, the boss of the last days, has returned.

She discovered that she was a cannon fodder passerby for an entertainment article, and her brother Lu Mingyu was the male n number who loved the heroine.

After my brother participated in the wilderness survival variety show, he couldn’t eat enough and couldn’t sleep well. He worried about food every day, and he became notorious.

It didn’t take long for the Lu family to disappear.

In order to get rid of his fate, Lu Yang decided to appear on variety shows with his brother.

Before the show was recorded-

Lu Mingyu: “My sister has been weak and sickly since she was a child, and she is too weak to take care of herself. Please bear with me.”

On the first day of survival, Lu Yang held a dart in his hand, and heard a crisp sound, the dart flew through the camera, and the lens shattered.

Netizen: Director! Play it back!

On the second day of Survival, Lu Yang reacted quickly and made quick, precise and ruthless shots, pinching the snake’s head and tail without even blinking.

The netizen’s titanium alloy dog’s eyes widened: Is this called being weak and unable to take care of oneself?

On the Nth day of the recording of the variety show, everyone discovered that exploring the terrain, going to the sea to fish and harvest prey… Lu Yang is proficient in everything, with perfect survival skills!

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A paparazzi photographed Lu Yang and a strange man behaving intimately, kissing in the car, and the car was revealed to belong to Jiang Yanzhou, the number one beauty in domestic entertainment.

The whole network hurriedly called: Lu Mingyu, come back quickly! Your friend has become your brother-in-law!

Lu Mingyu who was sent to a closed-door training camp by a scheming man:? ! !

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It was said that Lu Zhi, the richest man in City A, had a wife whose medical skills were so good she could revive the dead!

Lu Zhi said modestly, “It’s not a big deal, but if she claims to be second, no one will dare to say they’re first.”

It was also said that Mrs. Lu was a top-notch hacker whose methods were so ruthless that bad guys frequently begged her to let them off the hook

!Lu Zhi smiled affectionately. “My wife is delicate and fragile. Those villains are just too weak.”

The audience all felt speechless. “You’re making up nonsense. Don’t you feel embarrassed?”

Lu Zhi raised his brows. “Hmm? Does anybody have a problem with that? Please step forward.”

Mrs. Lu was calm and relaxed. “You all like gossiping so much. If you don’t want to keep your tongue, you can donate it to me for research purposes.”

Everyone shivered in fear. “Please forgive us. We won’t do it again.”

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After crossing the sea, he was reborn as a son of a wealthy family in Xiluobu Village in the East China Sea, and he has a lovely and clinging sister Keya.

Inhale the essence of the sun and drink the splendor of the moonlight.

Under the influence of Lanxius, has the fate of the characters in the original Donghai changed?

A bounty hunter came to the Great Route, to wield the power of the lunar sun.

Who said this world is dominated by navies and pirates, and bounty hunters have no share?

When the Peng Yi of the power of yin and yang ripped apart the sky, countless top powerhouses looked sideways.

“Is the world’s No. 1 bounty hunter coming?”…

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.