MTL - Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter 981 incurable disease

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent, inheriting the Emerald Scorpion Martial Soul, with no other options—what should you do if you’re forced to play with poison? Chen Ming declares: “If I’m going to play with poison, I’ll make sure to excel at it. As a transmigrator, even playing with poison, I’ll set an example worth following.”(Anti-Tang San, multiple female leads, no affiliation with the Spirit Hall, self-created divine position.)Raw Title: 斗罗：翡翠毒皇

Li Wanqiu didn’t like Ji Jinyan’s restrained, sexual and serious appearance, and set a flag when meeting her for the first time: “I’m not interested in people older than myself.”

I thought she would be furious, but Ji Jinyan not only didn’t feel displeased at all, but just smiled lightly, as if he was looking at a three-year-old child, as if he didn’t take her seriously at all.

Li Wanqiu was unhappy, recognized that she was not the same as him, subconsciously wanted to stay away, but was always inexplicably involved with her, guided when she lost her way, hugged by her when drunk, even if she was on a business trip, she lived alone next door.

At a banquet, Li Wanqiu got drunk again, dazedly hooked Ji Jinyan’s collar and started provoking, but didn’t want to be taught by Ji Jinyan’s hands clasped instead, with deep eyes.

Every word, Li Wanqiu blushed immediately when she said it, she was stunned for a while before she realized, and asked her with tears in her eyes: “What did you say, you are called Jinyan…”

Before she finished speaking, she was kissed on the lips by the person in front of her. Seeing her raise her eyebrows and chuckle, she opened her lips and said slowly: “That’s right, I sincerely say that I do abide by it on weekdays.”
“But being cautious has nothing to do with me.”

Later, Li Wanqiu finally mustered up the courage to pass a small note to ask her, “Do you hate me?”

That night, she received a bouquet of blooming daisies, and there was a piece of paper hidden among the flowers. When she opened it, the word Hate was crossed out secretly and replaced with a sincere confession.

–“no.”

“It’s too late to like you.”

Age difference, Gong and Shou are 7 years old, black-bellied and introverted boss Gong x Fried-haired Tsundere Miss

[Seeing you, I lost my soul, and I will give you all the thousands of stars and the tenderness in my heart. 】

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When a man finds himself in the presence of absolute power, what will he do? Dying has already happened, but he wasn't given permission and the creature responsible finds his tragedy amusing. Forcing him to continue his life in a new world, he is given an unknown task that must be completed if he ever wishes to rest.

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