Shadow Slave - Chapter 1700 His Own Worst Enemy.

The fake daughter was spoiled by her elder brother and parents, but she, the real daughter, was disgusted to death and scolded as trash, she endured it… But what happened this time? After the rebirth cycle, the eldest brother who hated her the most hugged her and said that he loves her. Is she his only sister? Several other elder brothers sent the most expensive gifts one after another, just begging her to take a second look? This plot is not right?

Brothers:

“Yanyan, do you eat candy? Big Brother bought it for you all over the country and put it in a candy house.”

“Yanyan, do you like this house? The second brother bought dozens of houses for you.”

“Yanyan, the third brother of the playground has been transferred to your name.”

“Yanyan, my brother will take you to debut at C position.”

Gu Yan: “…” (Help! She really wants to do the task in a low-key manner!)

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Reborn in the cultivation world, Gu Feng becomes the most useless member in the history of his family!He creates the [Shared Flying Sword]!Establishes the [Immortal Sound Live Broadcast]!Initiates [Cave Heaven and Blessed Land Development]!Promotes the [Digitalization of Spirit Stones]!Founds [Qi Refining Local] and [Dao Companion Online]...In a world where people are the knife and he is the fish, he faces daily cunning schemes and crushes the arrogant geniuses!Cultivation starts from squandering... Gu Feng forges an entirely different path in the world of cultivation...

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