Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1505: Three piece purple

After being reborn in the ancient times before the Great God-Conferment War, Li Changshou becomes a minor cultivator. He is neither destined for great things nor great woe. His only dream is to live a long life as a cultivator. In order to survive in the cruel Primordial Times, Li Changshou tries hard not to accumulate any karma—killing inevitably leads to feuds.

Thus, he always plans thoroughly before doing anything and never allows himself to walk into dangerous situations. He hides his trump cards well, trains himself in escape techniques, refines poisonous pills, and masters his mystical abilities. Before making any moves, he takes on an extremely steady demeanor. Yet, every move of his ends up earth-shattering. Once he is done, he will disappear without a trace.

Li Changshou originally plans to remain hidden and safe in the mountain. There, he is supposed to cultivate until he ascends to immortality. However, everything changed one year when his master seems to think that their lives are too peaceful… He takes in a junior sister…

Once transmigrated into a cannon fodder villain with the same name as himself, Wu You said that he had a headache.
The original protagonist did everything in his power. Not only did he offend the protagonist, but he also offended Zhao Qingzi, the biggest villain in the book.
The villain, Zhao Qingzi, has disabled legs, is obedient and gentle in front of people, kills people without blinking, and has a gloomy and crazy personality.
After the original owner stabbed her with a sword, she said on the surface that there was nothing to blame, and secretly sent someone to stab the original owner into a sieve and throw the corpse into the wilderness.
Wu You looked at his hand holding the sword, and then at Zhao Qingzi, the beautiful villain who was stabbed by him.
When his mind was blank, the voice of the male protagonist questioning him why he did this came, and Wu You suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Then he looked at Zhao Qingzi with a distraught expression on his face: “Qingzi, why do you always run to others! I love you! Look at me!”
Male protagonist: ? ? ?
Zhao Qingzi: ! ! !
Wu You always thought that this time-travel was a super-difficult survival dungeon. It was not until the end that she realized that the difficulty of this dungeon had been adjusted to be easy from the very beginning.
From the moment she uttered that absurd love, this girl who longed for light gave her sincerity.
Zhao Qingzi said, “I don’t like this world, but I’m happy with you, Ayou.”
Wu You held her hand and smiled sincerely: “Little fool, then I have to pester you every day, lest you still think about those sad things.”
In the end, the lie became the truth, and the two finally got married.

Optimistic and strong, through the book attack × ruthless double-sided villain

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Introduction
Purpose: Be confident in yourself at all times

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villain-is-bodyguard-of-heroines-poisonous-stepmotherAfter crossing over to the world of an urban novel.

Others cross over as the protagonist or the villain’s tycoon, but I become a bodyguard.

However, it turns out that I am the female protagonist’s villainous stepmother’s bodyguard, who becomes the villain’s minion.

In order not to become cannon fodder, Chen Luo decided on the spot to give up the darkness and turn to the light, I am a transmigrator, how can I become a villain, or the villain’s most nameless minion.

As he was about to quit, the keys to the Bentley and a million yuan bank card were slapped in front of Chen Luo, and the heroine’s stepmother looked at him with saucy winks.

Only then does Chen Luo realise that she is not looking for a proper bodyguard!

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