MTL - A Sorcerer in the Detective World - Chapter 2186 Brother, aren't you afraid that your brain is wide? ~

The age of darkness has arrived.

[1V1 Shuangjie + female strong sweetness + wearing books + younger years + group pet + career]

Lan Shu traveled to a novel of real and fake daughters in the 1980s, and became the fat and stupid real daughter in the fake daughter’s control group. At the very beginning, she was asked to divorce by the scumbag.

Divorce is okay, she settled the bills, dumped the scumbag in anger, and went back to the village to lose weight, become beautiful, and become a group favorite.

Big brother: Don’t be sad, little sister, brother picked you a new husband.

Second brother: Although this kid has lost his memory, he has a great figure and a superb appearance.

Third brother: As long as the younger sister likes it, the family will spend money to raise it for you.

While raising a simple little milk dog, she started a business and made a fortune.

Unexpectedly, once the well-behaved little milk dog regained its memory and turned into a little wolf dog, it turned out to be the young master from Kyoto!

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The fake daughter thought that the real daughter who grew up in the countryside was just a rustic, ignorant and divorced village woman.

Unexpectedly, the real daughter she saw with her own eyes was actually a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, rich and powerful female president!

Even the young master of the Gu family, whom she can’t reach, is one of the suitors of the real daughter!

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The green tea lovers who admire her little milk dog: Brother is so good, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Lan Shu: Brother is so good, he was also trained by sister~!

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Rich and handsome little wolf dog VS commercial all-round face-controlling female boss

- Description from novelbuddy

Hey Guys, this story is written by Sinyk on fanfic net. This is not my work. The only reason I am putting this up is because someone has copied Sinyk's entire work word-for-word on this site (claiming it as his own: Harry Potter and the 7 angers), releasing it at a snail's pace, and is also making money off of it on patreon. Pisses me off to no end.Art is by CruderFive1 on DeviantArt-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros and some other high falutin' companies. Me, I'm just a PR professional. I don't profess to own - and would never dream of making any money off - JKR's wonderful world. However, its her sandbox and she's left the gate unlatched so we can go in and play a bit. Which, I've done.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Okay, guys and... guyettes,This one is of epic length. And by that I mean really really long. For those who sent me a note about 'Four Heirs' and thought it long - well, this one blows that one out of the water for length. So, if something only up to - say - 150k words is your cup o' tea, then this isn't for you. No sir-ree! This story hits approximately 480k words.To stop all the whining and bitching right now - yeah, like that's ever going to happen - you'll figure out this is a 'Haphne' story; Dumbledore is (somewhat) good but still manipulative as per canon; Ron's an ineffective non-entity; Snape tries to keep sticking his beak in - and get's it repeatedly thwacked with a rolled-up newspaper; McGonagall gets over her hero-worship of DumDum (I mean, Dumbledore); Hermione is a good friend; Sirius is free; kids are kids; and teenagers are walking bags of hormones.The story follows canon a lot; and I've even included many quoted sections out of the books. I didn't do this to pinch JKR's works. Rather, it's in there to demonstrate similarities while being a different story. So, no biatching about that, either. You've been well and truly warned.Yours,Da crazy bastard who thinks he's an author.

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