I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot - Chapter 874 - Don't Worry, It's Just a Match

The first time they met, she broke into his room, ran into him who had just come out of the bath, calmly met his dangerous gaze, and flirted wantonly: “Handsome guy, he has a good figure~”

The second time we met, at a grand banquet, she was bright and flamboyant. After abusing someone with her front foot, she leaned towards him with her back foot, and asked obediently and softly: “I heard that I am your shield girlfriend, can brother help me with this tool?” Do yourself a favor~”

From then on, Master Qin’s family had a little goblin who was in control of heaven and earth, who would stir up fire in his heart every day.

Everyone said that the An family’s real daughter was inferior to the fake daughter in every way, she was a rustic old hat who grew up in the countryside, and she couldn’t even match the fake daughter’s hair.

As a result, together with the fake daughter, they were all slapped in the face, and their heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt everywhere.

The crowd also said that even if a real daughter is better than a fake daughter, she is still an abandoned daughter who has no power or power, and her father does not love her mother, and she is not worthy of Master Qin at all.

Little did they know that the awakened parents and the four elder brothers were humbly seeking the truth and returning home every day.

Until one day, the real daughter announced that she was going to retire from the world and go home to take care of her husband and teach her children.

Immediately, countless bigwigs standing at the top of the world cried and begged her to stay…

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Zhao Yu came to the deserted planet to build a base, create an underground city and hide in it.

Worried about the threat from the unknown civilization, Zhao Yu dug out a small half of the planet and built star destroyer cannons capable of destroying the planet, as well as tens of thousands of fully intelligent mechanical dogs in various forms.

The defensive robotic dog, the Gate God, would disguise itself as a small mountain and fortify around the base.

Detection and gathering robot dog – Tsotan, would disguise as a rolling stone and wander around the planet to collect useful resources.

Combat robot dog – Nezha, would disguise as a crater, scattered around the base, ready to be able to attack the enemies that may come.

Around the base, they were ready to attack the enemies that might come.

On this day, his gathering robot dog – Tsotan, dragged back a spaceship. It captured three alien creatures, claiming to be from Earth.

Zhao Yu was confused. “Didn’t I travel to the deep space of the universe? How come I’m on the back of the moon and being treated as an alien by humans?”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.