Miss Witch Doesn't Want to Become a Songstress - Chapter 11

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Genius bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

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an accident.

In the circumstances, Chuan Shu became a wealthy female supporting actress, and she was forced to die if she did not follow the plot.

She was reborn as a result of overdoing her job.

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In my last life, I missed the person I really liked because of the forced plot.

Reliving the first life should completely release the self.

The plot asked her to love the male protagonist, but she rubbed against the mysterious boss.

It seems a little bit wrong to rub against it.

The boss took the initiative to send luxury houses and luxury cars. Even all the assets under her name are shared with her.

some day.

While still secretly making plans to pursue the boss, he found that the boss also seemed to be reborn.

She was so frightened that the seeds in her hands fell.

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The arrogant little white rabbit was reborn to pursue the male god, but he did not know that the male god had already dug a hole and waited for her to jump down.

Wen Fucheng, the richest man in China, has a secret: he loves someone for two lifetimes.

【Wear Book】【Entertainment Circle】【Double Life】【1V1】【Sweet Pet】

[Arbitrary, unrestrained and happy, wearing a book girl VS rebirth, pet wife, belly, black and mysterious boss]

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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…”