MTL - PUBG Online Romance of the Century - Chapter 80

As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize.

I, Luo Huai, one of the three phantom gods of the Orphanage in the south of the city, a person who is capable of combat power and can go back and forth between the three worlds of phantom, mortal, and hell (punishment). …and so on a bunch of configuration.

Very strong, right? Invincible, right?

But the problem is that other people’s resurrection points are in the Mortal Realm… Why is my resurrection point punishing the world! A bunch of fairies!

“I’m invincible, so far I haven’t defeated the zombie man at the door, woo woo woo~” A man surnamed Luo cried bitterly in front of the camera…

With game elements such as [My World] [Hearthstone] [Running Board Game], some features have been slightly modified, players are welcome to enter.

There are online game elements, and there are also infinite streaming elements.

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After crossing the first day, Hu Xiaoxiao beat the Emperor.On the second day of travelling, Hu Xiaoxiao beat up the Imperial Consort.The third day after crossing …“The empress has left the palace!”However, before he could walk out of the city gate, Hu Xiaoxiao was carried back by a man.The extraordinarily handsome emperor was so angry that he laughed sinisterly, “You haven't even given birth to your son yet, where do you want to run to?”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”