Divine Awakening: My Game Drops Increase Infinitely - Chapter 55 : Surprise Attack (1)

In life, the most important thing is appearance.To compensate for his lack of good looks, he worked hard for years to reach the peak.However, the reality waiting for him at the end was nothing but betrayal and despair.[The system has been activated.][You have obtained the ‘Handsome’ attribute.]On the brink of death, he gets a second chance at life.Now his goal is clear.[Quest Completed]Reward: Talent obtained through the ‘Handsome’ stat.[New Quest]Task: Become more handsome.“I will become handsome.”

1.
Xia Wan wore a book and became a cannon fodder who was cheated by the protagonist in the book.
When he arrived, he was in the midst of Slag Gong’s engagement banquet and was frantically humiliated.
Xia Wan grabbed the tallest, most handsome, and most aura man in the audience and quietly asked for help. In the silence, it was easy to see the almost top-quality man’s star-shaped eyes and a smile on his lips. He quietly hooked Xia Wan into his arms. inside.
Later, Xia Wan learned that the handsome man who held him tightly in his arms was actually his brother, Huo Yu, the biggest villain in the book.
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In order to survive, Xia Wan trembled and signed a marriage agreement with Huo Yu.
In front of the people, Xia Wan raised her face with a smile, kissed Huo Yu’s lips, and did not hesitate to praise her sweetly.
“My husband hurts me the most.”
“Husband is great.”
“I love my husband.”
“…”
After the people, Xia Wan quietly slandered.
“Mom’s dead cleanliness, not even a single kiss.”
“As expected of the eldest young master, it’s cold enough.”
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Huo Yu has an indifferent personality, acts ruthlessly, and will do anything to achieve his goals.
Until that engagement banquet, the handsome young man was helpless, but unintentionally grabbed his hand that was going to hell.
At first, Huo Yu was on a routine basis,
“Wan Wan is kind and naive, what evil can he have?”
“Wanwan is Xiaoxiannan, what Xiaoxiannan says is right.”
“…”
“Wanwan is my lover, who dares to touch him?”
Later, the routine changed at some point,
Huo Yu tightly guarded Xia Wan behind him, as if anyone dared to touch him, he would perish with him.
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2.
Xia Wan became popular overnight and became the darling of major brands. The popularity was so high that even the top players in the entertainment industry sighed to themselves. A live broadcast even brought millions of goods.
Once Oolong, sharp-eyed netizens found a new semi-finished painting by another genius-level popular and cutting-edge artist on the desktop of the summer evening.
Netizen: Oh!
It turns out that the host I like is actually the same person.
Crazy for you, crazy for you, crashing against the wall for you.
So cute and so talented, I love you lately!
For a while, the words “love you” filled the screen.
That night, a certain upstart boss couldn’t bear to add a photo on Weibo.
In the photo, the two hands are tightly clasped.
On the smaller hand, it is precisely the ring that never leaves the hand in the Xia Wan live broadcast.
For a while, the whole network was fried, and Weibo was almost paralyzed.
At the same time, the wealthy Xue family finally found the young master who had been lost for 18 years. In the photos released by the media, it was Xia Wan who was hugged tightly by Xue’s husband.
Three popular hot searches were posted on Weibo, and the network was completely paralyzed.
Crowd: Wow, what surprises do you have that I don’t know about?
I also want such a peak life ah ah ah ah ah!
You are my light, illuminating the whole dark world behind me.
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