Ten Thousand Ways To Eliminate Players - Chapter 412 All beings are equal

Yan Wushi had walked a path full of blood and corpses.

He did not believe in the good nature of humanity. Even more so, he did not believe that there could be someone with great kindness and sense of justice, who would be so considerate of others without asking anything in return.

One day, Shen Qiao, who was the sect leader of Mount Xuandu, the number one Daoist sect under the heavens, was challenged to a duel but somehow fell off the cliff.

Yan Wushi happened to pass by down there.

Seeing Shen Qiao who was seriously injured to the point of dying, he suddenly came up with a perfect idea…

After thousands of autumns, who could stay eternal?

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Any MILF can be claimed as long as he writes their name in the book.That is the rule Renji abides by ever since stumbling upon the Milf Note; a mysterious notebook with magical powers that makes any woman—aged over thirty—burn with uncontrollable desire for him as long as he writes their name on its pages.From his seductive neighbors to his bossy professors, every name Renji writes unleashes a new, pulse-pounding conquest. Every MILF he claims unlocks parts of him he never imagined.But as he claims more MILFs, the big question is asked. Can he claim the demon MILF who created the notebook in the first place?

Chen Ye transmigrates over and unexpectedly became a figure in a dark Xianxia game.He is a mere Medicinal Farmer, yet he has two disciples, who will be two legendary Fairies.The first disciple, Lu Zhiwei, is the foremost Righteous Fairy in the world.The second disciple, Xu Qingjun, is an evil-doing demon path enchantress.However, looking at the two shivering little girls curled up into a ball, Chen Ye realizes that he transmigrates five hundred years earlier.And unfortunately, the former owner of the body seems a harsh master to them so that the tea served by Xu has been poisoned.“This tea...”“It's too bitter, I won't drink it.”

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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