MTL - Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet - Chapter 174 In front of me, you can be unreasonable!

Huazhi is a rabbit spirit who has just cultivated into an adult. He was hacked into a post-apocalyptic novel in which the male protagonist is reborn, and became the female supporting role in the book who died early.
System: [Kiss, rush, rush! As long as you save enough energy, you can go back and continue to practice and become a rabbit fairy! 】
The flower branch of dreaming to become a rabbit fairy: (/≧▽≦)/Chongchongchong!
But as soon as he wore the book, the flower branch that had not had time to turn into a human shape was picked up by Jinghuai, and the flower branch who wanted to turn back into a human shape had to stay beside Jinghuai every day, being quilted! he! trample! Smash!
After the rebirth, Jing Huai accidentally picked up a little bunny like a marshmallow, with ruby-like eyes, soft and fluffy bunny ears, and a fluffy round tail adorned behind him.
The scenery is cold and ruthless towards everyone, but she gently brushes her hair every day, feeds her scarce carrots, and gives her the sweetest spring water…
Until one day, Jing Huai put the flower branch on the head of the bed, touched her soft rabbit fur, and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the fur on his palm disappeared, and he turned into a girl with soft rabbit ears.
Jing Huai: “…”
Jing Huai rubbed her bunny ears, her face flushed with indifference, “Change back.”
Huazhi retracted his head into the quilt: “No, no.”
Carrots really suck!
Note: Doomsday Cookies

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Xu Qing woke up to find himself turned into a Zombie.Zombies do not die; their life is endless, yet they suffer from the lack of a method to evolve and ascend!Facing a chaotic era where ceremonies and music collapse, and demons and strange creatures emerge endlessly, Xu Qing chooses to remain under the radar and becomes the most inconspicuous Corpse Driver in the shadowy profession of corpse craftsman, earning various rewards by performing rites for the dead each day.Be it folk arts, innumerable professions, or the nation's destiny and heaven's will, gods, ghosts, and the extraordinary, Xu Qing hides within a shop, mastering them all.Watching clouds rise and fall, witnessing the dynasties change and old acquaintances fade; with eyes opening and closing, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, thousands upon thousands of years, my form remains unchanged, eventually becoming an eternal name among the immortals!------------------[Alternative Longevity Stream, Folklore and Anomalies, Management Daily, Steady Cultivation]

To [Player]: This is the mystery of life and the journey of all things.

You will be stronger, become superheroes, and even touch the power of gods. But if it fails, it is death.

Because you have embarked on the evolutionary game of the highest sequence!

“Isn’t this just embarrassing Darwin?” Li Changhe murmured as he looked at the [player] who came from a distance: “It also embarrassed Newton by the way.”

Don’t spray if you don’t like hot blood

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