Mai Kitsune Waifu - Chapter 1106 - [Fleeing in a wretched figure]

Lin Luo was originally an ordinary college student. But once she crossed over, she came into the land of beasts, where the primitive forest is full of danger.

However, she met all kinds of beautiful men of different races to protect her, and got a lot of love.

Lin Luo: “Uh, different races can have children? Don’t be ridiculous. Interracial love is impossible to have results.”

A group of beautiful men: “As long as you’re willing, you can have results.”

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A normal office worker, Toru Minasuki, was swallowed up by a dimensional fissure and reincarnated into a different world. Upon reincarnation, Toru was given a [skill board] by God. Make the most of it to acquire all the necessary skills! Even though he is an “inferior person,” he’ll make his way to the top!

Bankruptcy, divorce, wife’s betrayal!

35-year-old Yang Hao suffered a triple blow!

However, in a desperate situation, he inherited the property in the game “Monopoly”.

From then on, he became famous!

Ex-wife begging for reconciliation?

Sorry, you won’t accompany me when the sun sets, but who are you when I come back? You feel tired when we share the joys and sorrows, and you don’t deserve the glory and wealth! !

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.