The Lord of Void and Real - Chapter 1839 - 1835: Each with Their Own Intentions

After meeting in reality, Tang Feng suddenly realized that his online best friend was more feminine than he imagined.Even a little “Bottom”.At that time, he obtained the Scanning System.The result of the scan on his best friend was [Song Lele. Female. Beauty score: 93. Body score: 95. Net worth: 46 million.]Scan lottery: [High-quality lottery ticket. Contains a Tier One reward.]Scan stone: [High-quality rough jadeite. Will be able to obtain 182 grams of Emperor Jade once opened.]This is a system what could actually scan everything!…He could not believe that his best friend was actually a school diva, disguised as a man, have an extremely sexy figure, large and elastic breasts, tight and slender legs, add the most enchanting face…He shamelessly got an erection out of control

I transmigrated as the hidden mastermind who betrays everyone at the story’s end.Since I wasn’t particularly interested in the destruction of the world, I was just leisurely waiting for the ending…“You are the only one who has ever seen my drawing of a boa constrictor properly.”“When I make plans to meet you at 4, my heart starts racing from 3… Is this what it means to be tamed?”For some reason, the heroines keep showing interest in me.

Life Demon, Order Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…When various bizarre powers invaded, the world was clearly divided into two distinct sides.Some worship them as gods, walking upon the earth as their spokespeople.Others choose to drink a glass of strong liquor on scarlet nights, and raise the hunting rifle in their hands

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”