MTL - Boss Level Face-Slapping Specialist [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 473 Eating and broadcasting

After a mortal accident left him dead, the soul of Wang Wei was sent into the sacred body of an unborn child in an ancient world of cultivation where only the strongest survives.

Along with the ancient soul of an immortal taoist, follow Wang Wei from a small clan as he strives to carve a name for his clan and himself.

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Landmines include but are not limited to: Sweet & naive bottom, a president story, logic is dead, slow-progressing romance, the protagonist’s name has too many character strokes, the names are hard to pronounce, too many gay characters…

In each world, Ji Yu has different identities and memories.

even forget yourself.

But I love you, and the gaze that crosses the crowd will fall in love with you again.

You don’t need to endure humiliation and burden when you are suffering, I will support you.

You will not have nothing, you will always have me.

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It turns out that the reason for the collapse of every world is that I am not with you in this world.

I’ll fix this mistake, I’ll hold you.

Edible Guidelines:

1. The heroine is super Su.

2. The heroine is super flirtatious.

3. The heroine is super pet.

4. This article is super sweet++++

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- Description from novelbuddy

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’!?”