MTL - Host, I’m Here To Accompany You To Pretend - Chapter 278

Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…

1
Ji Zheng penetrated into a danmei article, the protagonist attacked, loved and killed three million words, and he was just a ruthless and arrogant cannon fodder tyrant.
The tyrant is not easy to be, and it is difficult and tiring to be surrounded by tigers and wolves. At any rate, as long as the character is not broken and the tyrant plays the plot well, he can wait for the protagonist to rebel against the usurpation, and drive him out of power and seal him as an idle prince.
Ji Zheng rubbed his hands together, expressing that he was looking forward to retirement.
Seeing the protagonist attack the palace banquet to discuss matters.
The tyrant is secretly excited, yin and yang strangely: Oh? Your Majesty is hiding something from me.
I saw that the protagonist Qiu Hunting came out on top.
The tyrant greatly admired it, and sneered: “The lord is good at it, so let’s reward him with a white jade crown.”
2
Mingci Yue is the only prince in the dynasty, the emperor’s uncle with different surnames who is not related by blood.
The young emperor above the golden hall, with white skin and red lips covered by the robe of Zhu Gong, his face is gloomy, and he is as noble as a fairy. The more Mingci lowered his head, retracted his gaze, and pressed the unspeakable desire to the bottom of his eyes.
But suddenly I heard a naive voice, “The dragon chair is so awkward, my butt hurts, who will help me!”
“When do I get off work, the air is so quiet, no one hears my stomach growl…”
He looked up in surprise, and met the cold, frosty gaze.
This time, I heard the voice of my heart more clearly.
“The hat is so heavy, the neck is about to break, when will the prince usurp the throne, I can’t bear it for you!!”
Ming Ci’s lips curled more and more, he was a powerful minister of the wolf son, with great ambitions, so big… he wanted to pull the aloof emperor into his arms on the spot.

1. The acting school is really salted fish and a pseudo-tyrant is attacked by *paranoia, black belly, mind-reading emperor
2. Su Shuang has no logic due to the attributes of the heartthrob, and the dynasty is empty orz
3.1v1, he, 9/6
4. Attacking and receiving are not related by blood, not on a household registration book, focus on
5. Want to see the guide of the small theater of copywriting Chapter 25

Content tags: The court marquis has a soft spot, sweet text, wears books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ji Zheng, Ming Ci Yue ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: I can’t stand for the protagonist
Purpose: learn to think in a different position, be considerate of the other person’s mind, and cherish the other person and yourself in an appropriate way

- Description from novelbuddy

Chen Mu, a low-level officer, thought he could only live a cautious life, but unexpectedly he got a system panel that could accumulate experience, and he could master all the skills with just one practice.

[Blast Knife + Gale Knife + Wind Chasing Knife = Blast Artistic Concept]

[Jade skin grinding method + sand iron method + coarse salt method = skin of copper and steel]

A peerless martial saint with unparalleled swordsmanship, bronze skin and iron bones, and a body of pure gold was born step by step.

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There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.