If You Don't Fall In Love, You'll Die - Chapter 52

The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

He is invincible and invincible, has the ultimate beauty, and captivates people.

She has a top-level appearance and a top-level life, but she was hit by a car accident and turned into a fool, which is shocking.

No one knows that he once saw the woman called a fool stepping on the ground in a mess, with a sharp face, in the chaos, saving the people around him from the fire and water, just one look, he was set for life.

There is a kind of person who is a drug that you can’t get rid of, you can’t get rid of it…

What do you do when your beliefs run counter to what you love?

[Chongwen, the heroine is very strong, very strong, and the hero is not weak, the battle of blood, the collision of beliefs. 】

The introduction is weak, mainly to read the text, favor the text, strong men and strong women, not abuse.

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Jiang Yang and Qin Xu both dislike each other. Every time they meet they become filled with hatred. Both have feelings for the school idol but they didn’t expect that the other party was actually a cross-dressing man. In an instant, their world views were shattered.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.