A Mistaken Marriage Match: Mysteries in the Imperial Harem - Chapter 6

Lin Yu traveled to the world of royal beasts, obtained the collection book of God’s pet beasts, and contracted fallen angels at the beginning.

And obtained the talent of devouring, which can make pet beasts devour and evolve infinitely.

Everyone looked at the fallen angel with twelve wings and a height of 1,000 meters filled with darkness, dumbfounded.

“Can you tell us where all your beasts are contracted?”

“My friend gave it, and I picked it up.”

“Isn’t this figure too big?”

“Maybe she ate a little too much?” Lin Yu scratched his head embarrassedly.

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“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?” Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously: “Who said that?” “I’ll sue them for defamation!” “Someone’s defaming me, you know!” As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?” The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—” Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!” The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read: Zhang’s Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person! This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

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