A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! - Chapter 200: Will You Marry Me?

The “Dog Emperor” gets adopted by his fake “Favored Consort.” This story follows their story as they experiences all sorts of trials in the imperial harem and find true love.

The dog king will recover his human body.

This is not a legitimate harem drama novel – there will be love, there will be pampering.

Enormous silver platters, shocking melodramas, all part of the package.

Looking at his own concubines and imperial offspring from a doggy’s perspective:

Who used to be the sweet and gentle eloquent flower turns out to be a venus fly trap behind the scenes.

Who used to be the filial and courteous, intelligent and adorable imperial princes and princesses transform into demons in a flash.

The progression (of the story) overturns understandings and unmask countless illusions.

But by the protection of the gods, the dog emperor met a healing owner. Although the path is rough, the end is pleasant.

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A person cut down the road of life in troubled times.

Zombie: Roar.

Lin Fan: “Everyone is a neighbor, so why are you so irritable?”

Lin Fan: “I still have to go grocery shopping.”

Lin Fan looked at Xiaoqing who had turned into a zombie: “Xiaoqing, I bought a few bottles of water and have already scanned the code.”

Lin Fan: “Boss, I want to settle the salary.”

Sunshine Community, where Lin Fan lives, countless refugees flocked to seek shelter.

We have to learn from Lin Fan, abide by the law, work part-time to earn money, strive to buy a house and a car, and be an excellent citizen in a city where zombies are rampant.

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He returned from the hopeless future!

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…