I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 178 Free Humans Vs Mammoth Clansmen (Part 4)

There is always such a person in the world who likes to take their ex/Bai Yueguang/best friend as a stepping stone for their love.
These exes/Bai Yueguang/Girlfriends are called female supporting roles. They obviously did nothing. Just because they were involved with the male and female protagonists, they were trampled on, hurt, and even left a shadow that will never go away for a lifetime.
Jiang centrifugally felt sorry for those innocent girls, so he traveled from one world to another to help them cross that hurdle.
However, after a certain world, the mission is obviously wrong.
Jiang Li: “I will treat you well.”
“It’s not enough.” The girl imprisoned Jiang Li in her arms, breathing warmly: “Don’t leave, you must always be good to me, only to me.”
Jiang Li: ? ? ?
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Finely divided slice attack x natural sweet and soft feeling
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World One: Campus
The taciturn facial paralyzed “bad girl” x the rich lady who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside
World II: Cultivation
Swordsmith x Sword Spirit

World Three: The World of Beasts
Orc Princess x Totem (Big Cat x Little Rabbit)
World Four: Game of Death abo
Tsundere Big Brother x Super Rookie (Double O)

World Five: Spirituality
Ghost King x Rookie Celestial Master
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Edible guide:
#1v1 Unshakable
#Su Shuangwen, everything is for Su Shuang
#gongjing is divided into slices, being indifferent to others, sweet and soft to attacking

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