Starting Today, I'll Work as a City Lord - Chapter 168: All the World’s Delicacies are in the City Lord’s Mansion

Ye Han was reborn into a parallel world and participated in the challenge program [365 Days of Wilderness Survival] jointly organized by the world. At the beginning, he got a BUFF bonus with a lucky value of 9999. With his little cook, Ye Han started a shocking journey of survival in the wilderness.

When the other players were hungry, Ye Han had already eaten seafood. When the other players had no fixed place to live, Ye Han had already built a wooden house. When the other players were precarious, Ye Han was drinking tea in his manor. Ye Han: No way, my luck is 100 million points.

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Seeing the cause of justice, the student Ning Tianlin, who was strangled, accidentally gained a combat system in the local government and returned to Yang.

What the hell, your fighting power is only fifty, then you still pretend to be me! I’m sorry to tell you 10,000 points of combat power!

What are you doing, have you been boiled down, trained in martial arts, and practiced iron gear? The fighting power is five hundred? That has something to do with me, I won’t tell you, the clothes I wear, but combat equipment! Just a single underwear, can add a thousand fighting power to me!

Hey, why do you say my combat power has increased so fast? Can I tell you that if I step on an ant and destroy a cockroach, can I increase my combat effectiveness?

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On the first day of Yun Qiao’s book reading, she was confessed by a beautiful girl in public
Yunqiao? ? ?
Yun Qiao, who came halfway, couldn’t figure out the situation, and looked confused.
Crowd (very loud): She said she likes you
! ! !
So Yun Qiao stretched out her hand under everyone’s fearful eyes.
I rely on! really have?
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Yun Qiao realized later that she had entered the teenage period of blackening and paranoid male protagonist, and became a cannon fodder male supporting female disguised as a male.
The task is not to heal the hero as imagined, to influence the hero, but to assume the responsibility of the evil villain, rob him of his money, occupy his house, and rob his woman.
#On how to attack his cp under the eyes of the paranoid male protagonist#
Yun Qiao said that he had no solution, so he could only bite the bullet
One day, I received a call from the heroine. The beauty on the phone seemed to be bullied and couldn’t help crying. Yun Qiao had no choice but to pick up the guy and do it, but I didn’t expect to be stopped by the hero halfway through.
“Why, do you like her?”
“Wait! Brother, didn’t you say you don’t like her?”
When the male protagonist heard her words, Su Bai stroked Jinsi’s eyes with his fingers, and his eyes swept over the hammer in Yun Qiao’s hand, so scared that Yun Qiao immediately let go of his hand, listening to the constant ringing of the phone in his pocket, Yun Qiao wanted to cry without tears
“Brother, let me go first… save her… can you save my sister-in-law?”
#Clearly it’s you who said you don’t like her#
#Man’s heart sea needle#
One-heartedly flirting with straight ball girl × frail abstinence paranoid beauty
The ps heroine is not weak, but the brain circuit is a bit strange and cute

Content tags: near the water tower, travel through time and space, women disguised as men, campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Qiao Pei Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: The hero and heroine both love me
Purpose: face up to difficulties and challenge yourself

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”