A Practical Guide to Evil - Vol 7 Chapter ex22: Interlude: Occidental V

As a top cultivator in the Canglang Realm, Fang Mu has been a little troubled recently.

Because his new apprentice seems to be a little brainless.

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Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, the GM you killed is dead!”

Fang Mu: “Nonsense, people are killed and still not dead?”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “No, I mean, he died in the real world!”

Fang Mu: “Isn’t this the reality?”

The brain-dead apprentice “Of course not, you are just an NPC in the game!!!”

Fang Mu: “…”

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Brain-disabled apprentice: “By the way, master, the last time it was a closed beta test, how come you haven’t been recalled?”

Fang Mu: “Oh, there was indeed a time travel back in the first two months.

But here I was blocked. ”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, you are a bug…”

“Um?”

“Master, you will be corrected by GM with code!”

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“One more round of ten rounds! This time I must draw Professor McGonagall’s Animagus!”

Draw a card!

Cash out!

Who is it?

“I am the great astrologer – Trelawney!”

【Divination +1】

Excited tears welled up from the corners of Tom’s eyes.

Facing the magnificent magical world, Tom deeply felt that the power of Muggles was limited, so he decided to shout out that sentence:

I’m not a muggle anymore!

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Among the demons, the supreme ones are called “Great Saints.”

A young man leaves his mountain village and travels around the world. By unceasing efforts, he finally becomes a legend of the age.

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After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”