Supreme Martial God of the City - Chapter 23 - Twenty-Three: The Treasure Hunting Team

[Quick wear from the male protagonist’s perspective]
The cool and handsome arrogant brother led a dragging oil bottle down to earth to save the healing system of the BE female supporting role, Kuaishou Xiaotianwener.
“As long as it is the star of my big star sea, no immortal is allowed to die!”
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Love Show’s Little Green Tea
The goblin of the diamond giants
Xiao Wenqing in the old film of the Republic of China
The little hind legs of the girl group out of the circle
The little green plum with the head in love
Little White Flowers in the 1970s
half princess
Li Daitao’s poor little pity
little rose of the court marquis
The little virgin who loves the brain

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Shi ┃ Supporting role: His Royal Highness Dark Star ┃ Others: Daxingchenhai
One sentence introduction: Operation Star Rescue

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[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?

Blind man Chen Dashan by chance acquired the miraculous skill, Sun and Moon Technique, and not only cured his own eyes, but also...

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.