Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~ - Chapter 253

【American Entertainment】【Chinese Reborn in America】【Director’s Text】【Old Driver】【Bulldozer】

A third-rate director in his previous life, he was reborn as a 23-year-old talented director in the United States in the 1990s.

Since then, titles such as the king of the Hollywood box office, the world’s greatest director, the major shareholder of MGM, and the behind-the-scenes boss of Marvel have all been added to him.

And his first movie, he chose Chainsaw…

Well, it’s a story about a modern third-rate director who crossed over to the American entertainment industry to stir up trouble. …

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Gou Tiangoudi (slashing with a knife) and severe persecution of paranoia alpha attack × God made the most beautiful charming spirit omega sufferer

The end is coming, Le Buqun got a system, and was tempted to say that the recharge can be turned into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle can be turned into an RV! From then on, the global tour of Doomsday Paradise will take you to experience epic doomsday-style blockbusters, such as the siege of millions of zombies, and the great escape of life and death. For example, the horror cruise ship zombie horror, exposing the serial murder of ugly people. Another example is the competition of forces in the survival base, which outlines the difficult struggles of the little people under the collapse of the world…

As long as you bind the system, you can immediately own the peak RV of successful people. Fully automatic offense and defense integration, you can choose the luxury interior decoration. Flat-terrain racing cars, just off-road outdoors, and cruise ships in the water, God, the system is currently being updated, and it will come to the sky sooner or later. Since then, stay away from disputes, sit and watch the situation from the perspective of God. You deserve SB48748 license plate RV!

Le Buqun’s wise little eyebrows wrinkled: Humph! Don’t try to lie to me, it is impossible to die! It’s too dangerous outside, and there are always people who want to harm me.

Yan Cijing: The most important thing is that the world can’t keep it, Zhu Yan Cijingjinghua Cishu. The old lady is too beautiful, she always leans close to me without her eyesight, this is forcing me to do things. However, there seems to be a blind person who can’t even see the beauty of the old lady. Sword come!

Le Buqun, the protagonist of the apocalypse style, is neither a good person nor a villain, but a low-level character, and his personality may be extreme. Before the apocalypse, they abide by the legal standards of the society, and after the apocalypse, they follow their own exclusive principles (good or bad), and do not like to stray in!

Content label: Doomsday system
Search keywords: protagonist: Le Buqun, Yan Cijing ┃ Supporting role: passerby A, B, C, Dong… ┃ Others:

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Big news: Fu Xuechen, the great God of mathematics department, is making friends with the little cutie of the Chinese department.

Her roommate pressed her: “I heard that the great God is chasing you!!!”

Ran Xing with a blank face: “He didn’t chase me!”

Her roommate asked, “What is he looking for you?”

Ran Xing looked at the sleeping God: “Lying on the desk next to me and sleeping.”

Roommate: “…”

Fu Xuechen is a patient with severe insomnia. His dark circles are comparable to those of Gaara. He was prepared for sudden death long before he met Ran Xing.

But after one look, he fell asleep on his desk.

He simply asked for her timetable and slept next to her every day.

Later, Ran Xing rented a house outside. Her roommate asked her for something and rang the bell. But Fu Xuechen, who was only wearing pajamas, opened the door.

The roommate quickly apologized: “Sorry, I went to the wrong place.”

Fu Xuechen said lazily: “You didn’t go wrong. She’s inside!”

Roommate: “…”

She said that the great God did not chase her!!!

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”