MTL - The Male God’s Favorable Impressions Are Difficult to Farm - Chapter 72 city

She barged into his office, ignoring the secretary who was trying to prevent her.

He looked up from his files and frowned to see the girl who just barged into his office.

“ What are you doing here?” He asked her coldly.

She smirked proudly and flipped her hair back and said, “ What do you think I am doing here? I am hungry, take me out for lunch.”

He knitted his brows, “ Why would I? Didn’t I already pay the compensation? I have zero obligation to feed you. So go away.”

The corners of her lips turned into an evil smirk, “ Do you think that you can get away from me that easily? Tsk, tsk. Mr. Han, you have really underestimated me.”

“ I will hunt you down even if you try to hide away from me in a faraway mountain.”

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Jiang Yue is a member of the most popular and powerful girl group who has lived her life with fame and glory. But what happens when she suddenly dies due to an accident and wakes up in the body of a hidden heiress of the Gu family?.....

Xu Nuan is an obedient and timid girl who suddenly becomes sharp-tongued, bold, and fearless after the accident. Can the people who have always looked down on her accept her strong and fearless attitude?

Han Zihao, President of Han Corporations was known for his cold and unmatched aura was forced to yield in front of the stubborn girl who jumped in front of his car. How will he be able to react to Xu Nuan’s fierce and spirited influence?

Introduction

In the ten years since the Great Chu, strange things have happened everywhere.

When he woke up, Zhou An became a yamen agent.

Crisis is always there, but fortunately Zhou An brought a small game made in his previous life.

As long as the life-exploding skills are used, the skills can undergo qualitative changes and become magical skills.

Knife skills – open the sky with one knife.

Turn the pot over – the Kingdom of God in the pot.

Swimming – making waves.

Several years later, Zhou An said that all he knew were common abilities in life.

The crowd was furious.

“You’re talking nonsense, I saw you split the sky with a knife!”

“You’re lying. I saw with my own eyes that you put a ten-foot-tall weirdo into a pot and beat it to death!”

“You said you can swim, but the huge waves have nothing to do with swimming!”

Facing the angry crowd, Zhou An sighed and took out a small sword as wide as his palm.

“I have learned a lot about blacksmithing recently, and I will show you how to defeat all magic with one sword.”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a shocking turn of fate, Jack Anderson's life is brutally cut short. But death isn't the end for Jack; instead, it marks the beginning of an extraordinary journey.Reincarnated in a mystical realm, Jack discovers he's been gifted with incredible powers and an enigmatic system that guides his every move. As he navigates this unfamiliar world, Jack must confront formidable enemies, unravel ancient mysteries, and unravel the secrets of his own destiny.With the undead system as his trusted ally, Jack embarks on a perilous quest to unravel the truth about his past, his newfound abilities, and the hidden forces manipulating this strange new world.Will Jack master the undead system and unlock its full potential, or will the shadows of his own mortality consume him? Dive into the world of 'The Undead System' to join Jack on his heart-pumping, action-packed adventure through the realms of the unknown.

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