Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Attribute Points Allocation - Chapter 899 - 438: Lingyun Pavilion, Heavenly End Secret Realm_2

Night City, it’s a place of endless wonders and horrors. Opportunities and dangers, but before Motoko Kusanagi can access any of them. She first has to build up enough strength to walk again. Learn the basics of living in a world that was just a game to her before. Good thing she found a Shard hidden in her stuff that opens the door of opportunity. But like all opportunities in Night City, it usually ends up in a gunfight. Self-Insert with a modified Cyberpunk 2077 Gamer System. Not a direct Ghost in the Shell Crossover. MC just happens to share the name.

Who has been harmed by all kinds of superlatives and scum?
But these people climbed faster and higher than anyone else.

Lu Anran just wanted to let these people know what a mountain is higher than a mountain.
Let them know what is real scum, superb and ruthless.

Scumbags: Oh, I’m the best at bullying the small and bullying others with power.
Lu Anran: Sorry, you are not as ruthless as I am in terms of tactics, you are not as important as me in terms of scheming, and in terms of status and strength, you are not as strong as the person standing behind me, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you are being abused by me.
Scumbags:  …please forgive me.
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Just a little:
Attack: Do you like me?
Lu Anran: I like it, I like you the most in my life!
Attack: What about the next life!
Lu Anran: I will miss you deeply in the next life!
Gong: Don’t let me find it in the next life, or I will…
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Be in charge of Su Su Su Lang into flowers, attack and be in charge of pampering
Every world is HE
Shuangwen

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One sentence introduction: Who can surpass me in terms of ruthlessness and scum.

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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.

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.