You Are My Only Sunshine - Chapter 329 - : They’ve All Been Wronged

Su Xuan traveled across the parallel world and became a policeman!

At the ex-girlfriend’s wedding scene, Su Xuan took out a silver bracelet in front of her, and gave the groom a three-day trip to the police station!

Ex-girlfriend: Su Xuan, are you crazy? If you want to rob a marriage, shouldn’t you rob me? What’s the matter with arresting my husband?

Bind the god-level criminal system, and catch criminals to get rewards!

Targeted search, petty criminals and big criminals don’t want to escape!

Take a bus and catch the bag thief.

Wandering in a shopping mall, I came across a scene of abduction and trafficking.

Make up a salary card, accidentally become a hostage…

When other police officers were still patrolling the streets, Su Xuan had already become a hot topic in current affairs, and he was trying to arrest the arrester.

The criminals are broken: did the cop put a pointing device on them?

The police officers cried: Brother, give it a chance, leave some seams!

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Lin Yi unexpectedly traversed to the Cultivation World, becoming an Outer Sect Spirit Farmer of the Liu Yun Sect.

In this brutal world of cultivation, he decided to keep a low profile and grow, only to consequently awaken a titles system!

“The host is careful and discreet, not drawing attention, obtaining the title of [Survivor].”

“The host diligently looks after the Spiritual Field, obtaining the title of [Little Farmer].”

“The host practices the cultivation technique daily, with commendable perseverance, obtaining the title [Newbie].”

He realized that these titles had different magic effects, so he slowly became a big shot in the cultivation world, one step at a time!

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