MTL - Reborn National Male God: Jiu Shao, Please Advise! - Chapter 2419 Your 8x scope is gone! (123)

The new story of Professor Shuming and the Great Demon King “After Engagement with Mr. Shen” has been opened, so please pay attention to it!

Yu Xingtu, who lived in the countryside since childhood, finally went to the city to fulfill his marriage contract.

The Yu family looked down on her as a country bumpkin, and her fiancé and younger sister had a crush on her.

The old lady said: Our wealthy family pays the most attention to face and image. You are not allowed to say that you have something to do with Wei Nuan outside.

At this, she sneered——

The God of Tea, who is crazily supported by her countless fans, the buildings and shopping malls in several large areas are waiting for rent collection. Isn’t it nice to be a cold and rich woman?

So, she caught a man——

“You won’t suffer a loss if you marry me. If you get divorced in the future, you will be compensated for a small villa of 300 square meters, 20 million.”

After getting married, she discovered that the man who was arrested was actually a big boss. Not only did he not want a divorce, but he also wanted to be a charterer for the rest of his life…

After Mr. Lu found out that his wife was actually a charter woman in several high-end areas, he was shocked, and later——

The thing Mr. Lu is most proud of is that his wife takes care of him!

Mr. Lu’s happiest thing is to give his wife money and let her take care of him!

Ms. Yu: This hole is too big…

- Description from novelbuddy

When Li Shen’s second personality acts out, her consciousness is sent to a strange place called Split Zone No.13. She is then informed that she can only return home after unraveling the truth.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.