In This Life, The Greatest Star In The Universe - Chapter 393 - 40: Mr. Producer

After the fall of the Galactic Federation, long-time lovers Lu Li and Xie Jianwei defeated the alien invaders, and formed the Empire with Lu Li as marshal. Everyone thought that all was well between them, but.

Xie Jianwei one day found out that Lu Li’s personality had split into several parts.

They were all individuals, yet still the same Lu Li. How could Xie Jianwei bear to watch as each Lu Li plot to kill the other?

Xie Jianwei used his SSS-class spiritual strength to enter Lu Li’s inner world, where Lu Li was god/director/actor all in one. To get to the bottom of the mystery, Xie Jianwei had to act along Lu Li’s delusions, else the dreamworld would collapse, worsening Lu Li’s condition, and split the personalities even further.

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Ling Mohan is an extremely aggressive and domineering Colonel of the No.1 Military Industry Group.

One day, a woman who comes out of nowhere hits him in the head! It turns out that the two are acquainted and had a fling three years ago, after which Ling disappeared, leaving a note asking her to wait for him.

She, however, married another guy, who “died” as mysteriously as Ling Mohan disappeared.

Now fate has arranged a meeting for them on a narrow path. He is determined to avenge her with the craziest passion, and she is determined to torture him with the most seductive flirtation. When beast and beauty meet a second time, who will excel and triumph?

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You guys shine.So it’s okay to vent a little, isn’t it?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”