Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL] - Chapter 270: The Captive’s Doomed

Crossing over into the 1970s to become a little girl, not enough to eat or wear, no problem.On my left, a brother spoiling his sister, on my right, a childhood sweetheart who's a warm piece of eye candy.Behind me is a group of little followers, here come the beautiful and happy days.Male lead version: Hmm, seems like my little wife has arrived.

After dedicating her life and curing the sick male protagonist, Jin Hua realized that she was living in a book, and she was the female cannon fodder who burned herself and illuminated others.

Since her death, the male protagonist finally learned to love himself and others, and then tearfully spoiled the female protagonist who was six or seven similar to her, becoming a model couple that everyone envied.

After the rebirth, Jin Hua didn’t want to sacrifice herself to pave the way for others, and took the initiative to hug the thigh of the villain Bamboo Horse, the man who forced herself to be the villain for her, and was finally made insane by the combination of the hero and heroine.

In this life, Jin Hua only wants to stay away from the plot line of the hero and heroine. The goal in life is to chase after Jian Huaiyu, love Jian Huaiyu, and love Jian Huaiyu.

Jian Huaiyu’s life creed is: love Jinhua, love Jinhua, or love Jinhua, love her to heaven.

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Yasuo Zoldyck, an assassin who was once a biologist seeking to extinguish the limits set upon him- To no avail.

Now, in a world where the impossible is possible, how far will his researching mind push him? Can he break those limits?

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