MTL - Is President Lu Bankrupt Today? - Chapter 1187 Have meat with Landing Brother!

Song Xingcheng found out that he was the cannon fodder for a novel…
The horror is, this is actually a post-apocalyptic novel?!
He relied on the rent of the two buildings to live a happy and free life, and his favorite grilled chicken…

But all of them will be gone!
Fortunately, the golden finger fell from the sky, and he became the lord of the city.

Since then, anywhere he had waved his hand had many houses, vast farmland, roaring factories, and rising technology…
Song Xingcheng not only once again lived a beautiful life of collecting rent and receiving soft hands but he also grabbed a man who can cook chicken!

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He Qianshan: My skill of making grilled chicken is inherited from my ancestors, come to my bowl soon ~

- Description from Novelupdates

While traveling through the world of the gods, Su Mo stumbled upon a discovery that would change his life forever. He integrated infinitely upgradable succubus blood into his body and became a mighty Demon God, all while maintaining his guise as an ordinary earl in the human kingdom.Su Mo enjoyed teasing the little succubus and even had a penchant for abducting angels from the heavens, much to the dismay of the Heavenly Goddess who often expressed her anger. His comfortable life took a drastic turn when countless people from the Blue Star unexpectedly arrived in the world of the gods. Among them were both protagonists and villains. A confrontation between the two sides has begun.Su Mo was taken aback when he discovered that he was one of the villains. However, due to an accident during time travel, he had arrived twenty years earlier than anyone else.“What’s going on? I’ve become a Demon God, and now you want me to be a minor villain?” Su Mo exclaimed.His decision to become a villain left countless protagonists trembling in his wake.Please note that this novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarities to real-life individuals or events are strictly coincidental and should not be imitated.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”