Bigshot Gives in to His Wife Again - Chapter 180 - : Mr Gu Was Rejected Again

Gu Pan woke up and was told that he was dressed as the infatuated second male lead in Mary Sue’s novel.

From now on, there are two more tasks:

One: Grab a girlfriend with the male protagonist.

Two: Raiders the super villain of this world.

To prevent the big boss from destroying the world if he disagrees, and implicated her, an innocent book-piercer.

After several failures of the routine, Gu Pan came to a conclusion: the big guy, he eats soft and not hard!

So he turned into the ultimate little fanboy, inspired to serve the big guy comfortably!

“Boss, which brand of clothes do you want to wear today? Which country’s cuisine do you want to eat? Is the water temperature right? Would you like to wait for you to bathe and change clothes?”

Jiang Xun looked at the man whose waistcoat had already fallen off but didn’t know it, and smiled: “Okay, everyone is a ‘man’ anyway.”

The fake man looked forward to: “…”

No, we are not the same.

[Wearing books, group pets, women pretending to be men, villains, routines and anti-routines, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers]

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The long night shrouds the world, and the dawn is late in coming.Evil descends upon the land, causing immense suffering to all creatures.He roams through the long night, wanders on the edge of the blade, and sways between the clouds and hell.Igniting the fire of the star soul.Since the night is long, then I shall be the lord of the night.

Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered.The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist?Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive.Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree?Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.

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.