I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 605 - 324: The True Form of the Demon Ancestor, Breakthrough to the Physiognomy Realm_2

I don’t need companions. I don’t do party play. But… the game forces party play?

Lan Xuan smiled gently as she said, “My dear sister, who told you to obstruct my path? Your man belongs to me, your dowry belongs to me, your everything, belongs to me.”

Jing Zhao is an employee of the fast travel branch. Her job is to act as the first love girlfriend of the hero in each small world.

As an object destined to be cannon fodder, the role she plays is either arrogant and hypocritical, or worships money and greed, which is in stark contrast to the true, kind and beautiful protagonist who will appear next to the male protagonist in the future.

The damage that the male protagonist receives from her will be healed by the female protagonist, thus reaching the HE ending of the healing system.

However, the Lord God told Jing Zhao that the male protagonist who was abused by her was hurt too deeply, and he no longer believed in love. All the employees of the True Love Group returned home without a cure, and the small world collapsed and destroyed…

Jing Zhao was forced to go back to the stove and clean up the mess he left behind.
(End) World One: Arrogant and indulgent rich daughter × poor and pure academic god (after seducing the academic god, smash his heart into pieces, and wantonly trample and humiliate him)

Before returning to the furnace, Jing Zhao: It’s just a bet, it’s really interesting to see how we learn to fall in love!

After returning to the furnace, Jing Zhao: …

(End) World 2: Black Lotus Female Doctor×Little Wolf Dog Experimental Subject
Before returning to the furnace, Jing Zhao: Love? What love is there to talk about in the end of the world? It’s not worth the usefulness of your supernatural ability. Don’t worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, the pain will end soon.
After returning to the furnace, Jing Zhao: …

(End) World 3: Qingmei, a fine vase × top-ranking actor Zhuma (Vase attacked the showbiz, abandoned the actor for resources)
Before returning to the furnace, Jing Zhao: You want me to act in any drama that breaks the Internet, are you still my boyfriend? I do not care! If we can’t get the heroine of “xxx”, we will break up.

(End) World Four: Frail and Sick White Lotus × White Cut Hei Tong Husband (ghost) [Ancient]

(End) World Five: The Most Beautiful Female in the Tribe × Overbearing and Loyal Dog White Tiger

(End) The Sixth World: Infatuated Rich Girl × Fake Dude Rich Second Generation

(End) The Seventh World: Simple and Cute Mermaid × Human Singer

(End) World Eight: Voice-activated sleep aid female anchor × Zhenxiang game master

(End) The Ninth World: The Proud Princess×Human Snake Guard [Interstellar]

(End) World Ten: Grinding Fairy × Innocent Daoist [Fantasy]

(End) World Eleven: Green Tea Gold Digger × Uprightness Gets Rich

(End) World Twelve: Gentle scum, paranoid overlord × blatant evil beauty

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