MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 42 Cannon fodder counterattacks high cold school grass (14)

The nemesis that Ji Ran had been unable to stand for many years has finally gone bankrupt.

All his scoundrel friends asked him, what now?

Ji Ran laughed coldly, you still have to f*cking ask him?

Of course, it’s to use this opportunity to torment, humiliate, and trample upon him.

Therefore, Ji Ran waved an arm and threw a card towards his nemesis in mad glee, saying that he’d ‘sponsor’ him.

However, the next day, he sat up in bed with a dumbfounded expression. Feeling a sore ache in his body, he recalled the bitterness of last night, as well as their ‘fight’ and the tears he’d wept…

f*ck your mom.

Motherf*cker.

Qin Man, you dog, I’ll kill you!

- Description from Novelupdates

Good news! The game is up and running!Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game.Bai E had reserved “Galaxy Online” only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world.High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery...Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players.Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die.Wait, what's this?【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】Bai E: “Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!”(PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about.Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...)

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.

She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.

“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.