Having children earns benefit, start competing for dominance in the world by marrying a wife - Chapter 1387 - 1077: The Minor Maneuvers of Tianji Pavilion

I met the male lead in prison.

The fiancée has betrayed, but how could she know that the man she looked down upon was in fact a prodigy with healing and martial prowess!

Step into the extraordinary world of Liu Yong, where transmigration and leveling up collide unexpectedly. Imagine waking up one day to find yourself in someone else's body but with a remarkable companion. Liu Yong's mutant snapping turtle possesses the power to level up its features, unlocking incredible abilities that enhance Liu Yong's life beyond measure.

With each level up, Liu Yong's bond with his magical pet grows more assertive, and their combined power becomes unstoppable. But it's not just about personal growth - Liu Yong's newfound abilities also open up possibilities for his business ventures. With the help of his pet, he could expand his enterprise and amass a fortune beyond his wildest dreams.

So, what would you do if you found yourself in Liu Yong's shoes? How would you use a leveling-up pet's power to transform your existence? The possibilities are endless, and the journey is yours to embark upon. Are you ready to discover what lies beyond the boundaries of your imagination?

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