Naruto: Copy System - Chapter 223: [] : Why Do You Also Have Kamui?

You just want to wear books, just want to be the male lead’s little first love, little beauty, little girlfriend, little crying bag, little follower, little cute… Have you ever thought about the feelings of the male lead? You don’t, you only love yourself.
Inexplicably became a Tang monk who fell into the Pansi Cave, and the male protagonist’s feelings are also very simple.
Gu Zhixing: “Thank you for your invitation, don’t wear it anymore, kidney deficiency.”
After Gu Zhixing dodged the fall of three girls expressionlessly, avoided the collision of five girls, and ignored the sobbing of two girls, Gu Zhixing was pulled into an empty classroom.
In the classroom, the girl blushed, “You…I like…”
Gu Zhixing held her hand, his black eyes were indifferent, “Sister, I don’t eat your way.”
The girl stomped her feet embarrassedly.
Gu Zhixing pushed her away and left without looking back. After walking out of the classroom, Gu Zhixing glanced down at his chest, Jun Mei’s reckless face was full of indifference.
Well, the corset is very useful, the baby is very good, and the store service is also very good. I will come again next time.
The person who witnessed the whole process gritted his teeth and said harshly: “I’ve been accused again? How many good sisters do you have!”

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- Description from novelbuddy

An Ning transmigrated to a parallel universe in the year 1780, initially hoping to use his understanding of history to remain neutral and become a wealthy landlord, seeking neither fame nor recognition in the troubled times.However, it seems that the course of events has somewhat spiraled out of his control.'Respected General, we acknowledge no one but you,' said the young Captain with the surname Bonaparte.

The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?