The Earth is Online - Chapter 7

According to the doctor, the emotional part of his brain was already damaged from birth, and this car accident caused irreversible damage to him.But according to the doctor, he should still have 1-2 emotions and maybe this emotion could bring back the other emotions.Tom didn't care much about this, he was already empty, nothing much had changed.or so he thoughtWhen he went to school after losing everything, the world had a big surprise for him, butAnd this was the beginning of the awakening of the Thrill Monster, feared by even the craziest

When Ji Mingxia woke up, he had transmigrated as the male supporting lead in a horror novel, and had become the protagonist shou’s love mentor.

His open view of love guides the protagonist shou to embrace his sexuality; every time he appears, it’s to promote the protagonist gong’s love.

To survive, Ji Mingxia had to follow the plot.

When the protagonist shou tells him about his troubles, he gently comforts the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou suffers heavy physical and mental trauma, he actively treats the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou comes across danger, he recklessly accompanies the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou confesses to him, he…

The protagonist gong? Where did the protagonist gong go!

What about the supporting characters? Hurry, spare tires!

“You mean those shifty-eyed men who peek at you? They’ll never show up again. ”

Ji Mingxia: “=0=”

Please wake up, protagonist! They’re looking at you, not me!

Yu Ning X Ji Mingxia

Solitary and reclusive, sweet attacker after being tempted × calm on the surface but terrified in the heart

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In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.“I died and..” grins “...that started my life”What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world?They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.But....What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves?A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?People say “Keep moving forward”.What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.