Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~ - Chapter 261

Youth, is meant to be used to shed sweat under the sun!

During the day, Wen Qing wore an OL black and white professional suit, and went to deliver coffee to the president: “Mr. Shang, please enjoy it slowly.

Shang Yinghan behind the desk just ignored her.

Is this all sitting still?

Just when Wen Qing wanted to twist her waist to be more seductive, the personnel department came to inform her that she was fired.

Wen Qing: …

At night, Wen Qing was wearing a large one-piece pajamas, even if she wrapped herself tightly, she still couldn’t escape.

She kicked over: “Didn’t you fire me?”

He held her ankle and pulled her over, asking, “Does your foot hurt?”

Wen lightly said, “I’ve already been fired.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his restrained but gritted teeth: “Do you have the guts to try dressing like that again and go to the company?

[Missy who relies on her beauty to attack her x boss who is overtly coquettish and secretly coquettish]

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Lee Se-Hoon, the blacksmith of humanity’s last desperate united force, fought against the demons until the very end. However, the result was mutual destruction, with the world coming to an end. The moment he took his own life over that futile conclusion—

“…What is this?”

He had regressed to his days as a candidate at the hero training institution, Babel Academy. Having obtained a second chance, he swore to use anything as material to gain victory this time. Anything at all!

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”