Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1311: Choked off by the bell

After meeting in reality, Tang Feng suddenly realized that his online best friend was more feminine than he imagined.Even a little “Bottom”.At that time, he obtained the Scanning System.The result of the scan on his best friend was [Song Lele. Female. Beauty score: 93. Body score: 95. Net worth: 46 million.]Scan lottery: [High-quality lottery ticket. Contains a Tier One reward.]Scan stone: [High-quality rough jadeite. Will be able to obtain 182 grams of Emperor Jade once opened.]This is a system what could actually scan everything!…He could not believe that his best friend was actually a school diva, disguised as a man, have an extremely sexy figure, large and elastic breasts, tight and slender legs, add the most enchanting face…He shamelessly got an erection out of control

At the end of the road, in the throes of despair and impending death, Le Yu shouted defiantly:“If you have the guts, then kill me.”The enemy sneered and said:“I've never heard such a strange request.”Le Yu died.Then Le Yu came back to life, living in the enemy's body.This is a story where being killed means possessing the killer.“Why are the ones who kill me always some enigmatic, cunning figures with complicated backstories and numerous impending quests?Why aren't there some honest, wealthy, lady-charmer winners in life coming to kill me!?”

The officer Zhou Ping'an, who had recently graduated, by chance obtained a Broken Mirror that could traverse the Different World.Since then, the sky had been the limit for the birds to soar, and the vast ocean a stage for the fish to leap…

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.