Virtual World: Peerless White Emperor - Chapter 916 - The Chrysanthemum Cup

[Sweet and refreshing, group pet, scumbag]

Si Fuqing opened her eyes, not only was her luck taken away, but everyone also asked her to get out of the entertainment circle.

When she relived her life again, she just wanted to lie down with salted fish. Who would have guessed that there would always be people who didn’t have long eyes jumping around, pulling on her to rub her heat, and she didn’t have any real ability. Have to pack up anyway.

Si Fuqing squeezed his wrist and moved.

Later, the Internet frantically scolded her for posting Yu Yao over her own strength, spreading rumors that her private life was disorderly, and—

International diva: I can stand here today, thanks to Qingqing

Top 1 male top stream: stay away from my sister @ 玉耀

Even the official of the International Games: Congratulations to Si Fuqing for winning the 13th individual gold medal, waiting for a retirement

At first, Yu Yao dismissed Si Fuqing, but when he learned the truth, he couldn’t regret it and knelt down and just wanted her to take another look, so he could only post a clarification Weibo: @Si Fuqing, 9 aunts are good.

That day, the entire network was paralyzed.

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According to historical records, Emperor Yin became famous at a young age, he was perfect and powerful, and he had the world in his heart. However, he died at the age of 27 due to illness. His life was short. He had no wife, no concubine, no children and no grandchildren. He was the white moonlight male god of countless people.

No one knows, he opened his eyes again and came to 1500 years later.

This time, he saw the prosperous summer that he had long imagined.

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Soon after the identity of Emperor Yin was exposed, Si Fuqing learned that the idol was by her side. She admired it very much and just wanted to—

Si Fuqing: Work hard!

Emperor Yin: Promise to each other

Si Fuqing: ? ? ?

I’m working hard but you want me?

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Almighty Yan Dian Goddess × Killing Qinggui Emperor

From the black of the whole network to the top of the gods, by the way, 1v1 with the male gods

- Description from novelbuddy

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit.For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects.As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience.One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

“As a firearms modifier, it’s normal for me to have better marksmanship, right? John Wick?” —— “The John Wick Series”

“As a private detective, it’s weird to solve the case faster than you, and better than you can fight? Zhou Xingxing?” – “Play Back To School”

“As a psychiatrist, shouldn’t the patients in Arkham Asylum listen to me? Bruce?” – “Batman”

“As an archaeological expert, a little knowledge of Feng Shui and tomb chambers, isn’t this a basic professional quality? Wu Tianzhen?” – “Tomb Raider Series”

“As an animal breeder, is it too much to keep some Godzilla and King Kong?” – “Monster Series”

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One world, one profession, let ordinary professions glow with new brilliance in the heavens.

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.