MTL - The President Asked Me To Go To Her House Again - Chapter 72 The president advised me to go to her house again

Once upon a time, an Alchemist Grandmaster from the World of Immortals accidentally took possession of a playboy, who hailed from a rich and powerful family, and became a student in the middle of his midterms.

“There are always people who want to be evil!”

“The end of the world is coming soon, I must survive!”

Shen Cong, a patient of paranoia, saw other people’s opinions on the Internet about the end of the world in 2022, and immediately believed.

After which, He didn’t go out of his home, stayed and built his own doomsday vehicle, honed his ability to survive. Until one day, Doomsday actually came.

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Bai Lian, the eldest martial sister of the Qiongming peak of the Duxian sect, is as pure as jade. and unparalleled in beauty. She is known as a Natural Saint and is sought after by thousands of people.

One day, she suddenly remembered the memory of her previous life. This world was actually an r18 gal game called the Battle of the Gods.

Her master, An Lan the reincarnated Immortal Heaven Lord; √

Her second martial sister, the future Holy Spirit Goddess; √

Her third younger martial sister, the rebirth of the Rebellious Shura; √

Her fourth younger martial sister, the future Dragon God of War; √

Her fifth martial sister, the future God of Martial Arts; √

And she, the eldest martial sister, was a [b*tch] and [white lotus flower], who had a villain system and could become stronger by bullying her martial sisters, and had as many as 108 death endings in the original game!

┌(。 Д。) ┐

Bai Lian was speechless.

[Every dog has its day, don’t look down on me!]

“I will be quitting cultivation!!!”

Bai Lian gave up the struggle.

……

Several years later, Bai Lian sighed:

“Can you women with the protagonist models stay away from me!” “I am not a Natural Saint!”

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