MTL - Celestial Immortal - Chapter 4 Two skins of the cow

Forced to bind the cannon fodder system by the Lord God, Mu Yunge was abused to the point of doubting her life, and she vowed that one day she would counterattack the Lord God and avenge him!

But after her anti-control system returned to the old world, whenever her acting skills exploded and she was about to torture the hero and heroine to death, there was always a strong villain Boss, who frantically expressed her love to her!

The villain, I’m just a cannon fodder, okay? Please let go!

In this regard, the villain said domineeringly: You have only two choices, be my daughter-in-law, or let me be your husband! Other than that, you have no choice!

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