MTL - I Am Invincible From the End of the World - Chapter 949 Selling practice time

This book is about how a famous web writer who specializes in doting genre falls in love with a Mr. cellophane writer who specializes in angst genre.

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It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records.

Once reborn, the most miserable real daughter Xia Zhi caught the fake daughter and her fiancé in bed!

The first sword in rebirth is to kill the person who betrayed your heart first.

Watch her golden cicada shed its shell and go to the frontier to let the birds fly high in the sky.

Summer Solstice: From the first time I met Zhou Zhengan on the train and handed me a steamed bun, this person has been haunting me. He appears around me every time I eat, and he is attentive to picking up food for me and giving me food. Fill with meat.

You have to give yourself a taste of any good thing first.

While Xia Zhi was enjoying the meal, he warned himself that this person was a diligent person who had nothing to do and was either a traitor or a thief.

Xia Zhi, who finally saw the world, became Zhou Zhengan’s wife.

Zhou Zhengan: Zhou Zhengan, who has had no sense of taste since childhood, met a girl on the train who was drooling at the steamed bun in her hand. The kind girl broke off half of the steamed bun she gave him. From then on, Zhou Zhengan opened up a new world of taste.

Every time he eats, he can taste the food that Xia Zhi has tasted.

He was hanging around Xia Zhi, why did Xia Zhi want to marry someone?

Who dares to snatch my wife?

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Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name.

When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will think of him unconsciously.

I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me, and the sparklers he lit up for me.

Those memories supported me through difficult days and made me think I was special at one point.

When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is one in ten thousand, what if I am the heroine in his story?

I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know there will be another meeting.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really want to say goodbye to you.

“Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.”

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