MTL - Ke Yan People In the World of Ke Xue - Chapter 12 The best way to use a tool is to use it

Traveling to Los Angeles in the 1990s, Roland Allen, who had been beaten by society, thought that he would live an ordinary life in this life, but just when he was about to change careers, reincarnation began——

The number of roles is all determined by default, so they are all related households everywhere?

Sorry, as long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug.

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The daughter of the Su family who has been missing for more than ten years has been found!

It is said that this daughter is a bum who doesn’t understand anything…

The owner of a luxury store of an international brand: The royal designer of a luxury brand, you say she doesn’t understand anything?

Some people say that she is an illiterate female who has not attended school for a day…

Retired professor of a university: My favorite student is illiterate? ! What are you? Is it rubbish?

At the banquet, Shao Pei put his arms around the shy person in his arms and said to everyone: My family Xixi is gentle and soft-hearted, don’t bully her.

A certain rich second generation who was maimed by her and was still lying in the hospital: … Pei Shao, you may have misunderstood the word gentleness.

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I never thought I had meaning to my life, but I guess I have a talent too.

「Get ready. The duel will begin soon.」

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.