After Transmigrating as a Demon, I've Been Adopted by Angels! - Chapter 280 - A Man and a Woman in the Same Room

Li Feng found himself in a dangerous demonic sect where he could be killed at any moment. But he was worried as he had his ultimate upgradation system.Blood Essence Pill -> Blood Origin PillTurtle Breathing Mantra -> Xuanwu's Great IsolationPhantom Spirit Fox -> Nine Tailed Celestial FoxJust like that, Li Feng was confident that he would be able to become stronger at a very fast pace and would be able to survive in this dangerous demonic sect. Not only that but as his parents were killed by some of the disciples of this demonic sect, he was also going to take his revenge on them. With his system's assistance, Li Feng was confident to reach the pinnacle of cultivation.

A man suddenly finds himself inside the world of his favorite game, Brave Hearts, after a night of gaming...Mistaken for “Raye Alvah,” the ruffian second son of a duke, he faces hostility from strangers and is publicly disowned by the noble family!And as he pieces together his strange new reality, he realizes he’s living as a minor villain destined to be forgotten after being defeated by the protagonist!And now...“Fuck this shit, why did it happen to me?”He must adapt to survive in this world.

Reincarnated into Zaun and arriving right on the timeline where Vander is dead and Silco takes control—Logan doesn’t panic. He’s a transmigrator, and he came with a cheat ability.The problem is… the cheat is weird.When Logan opens his status panel, he realizes it doesn’t look like a normal power system at all. It looks like a game—complete with objectives, “routes,” and rewards that feel uncomfortably personal.Logan can handle monsters, gangs, and a city tearing itself apart.But figuring out why his new life is being treated like a dating sim?That might be the most dangerous part of all.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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