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July 17 - July 18, 2025
Having read many of Zhongdian’s transmigration novels, Shen Yuan had long ago resolved that, if he one day woke up to find himself lying in a strange place, the first words out of his mouth before he understood what was happening definitely wouldn’t be a carefree giggle and, “Are you filming a movie? The props look so real—your crew’s really giving it their all!”
He was in no position to lament the horrors of other people’s deaths—the most horrific death was his own, okay?!
Second: from now on, cling madly to the male lead’s thighs.
AYO????
So why did he have not even a speck of the poise expected of an immortal? Why did he act like one of those bitter courtyard-complex concubines3 with too much time on their hands?
A man could never dislike being worshipped like a god.
【 Only the protagonist is granted the privilege of plot armor, 】
Right as Die-er’s strike came down, by curious coincidence, a ceiling beam broke. If Shen Qingqiu had still been reading Proud Immortal Demon Way, upon seeing this described, he definitely would have thrown down his cell phone and started screaming curses.
From the reader’s perspective, where you could live in the fantasy of being the protagonist, of course you’d love a woman like Sha Hualing and find her satisfying. But once you were a person facing off with her in reality… He couldn’t believe anyone could bring themselves to like her!
He would…win? Shizun had called on him to enter…because he really thought Luo Binghe would win?
Luo Binghe dashed off to the kitchen. For the past few days, every couple of hours, he’d remade a serving of congee, and now it could finally be put to use.
Shen Qingqiu watched him bloom, and without knowing why, his hand suddenly itched, wanting to pat that head again. Was it possible that Bing-ge’s head had a special magnetic field? That would explain why he couldn’t control himself.
The so-called protagonist’s privilege was that even if he stepped in dog shit, there would probably be a hidden scroll or elixir within it.
The feeling of having someone speak about you so highly somewhere you couldn’t see—that feeling was truly indescribably wonderful.
Even though the world was large, few people in it could say: You need not become strong. I am here, and of course I won’t let you be bullied.
“If they’re intolerable, why would the heavens let them exist? Who has the authority to say whether they ought to be tolerated or not?”
In this world, there is nothing intolerable to the heavens. This is true for all races, as it’s true for humans.”
Honestly, they were just coasting on the fact that demon family planning was so strict.
I can’t serve Shizun even a single mouthful of congee! Notably, Ming Fan didn’t consider that perhaps the issue was with his own cooking skills.
“We are all cultivators. It’s our obligation to look after each other,” Luo Binghe said, eminently proper.
he’d never thought that a member of the protagonist’s harem could actually get herself killed.
I can’t tell you that the only way to completely cure the poison is to take a trip to pound town with you, okay?!
