MTL - Ke Yan People In the World of Ke Xue - Chapter 13 10 points of caution in naming

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

Joey picked up a random man at the matchmaking center and got married.

He paid back the mortgage with a bitter laugh, ate at the roadside stalls, and sold on the ground.

One day.

Colleague A was shocked: Your diamond ring is worth at least two million!

Colleagues B is crazy: Your dress is set to be super trenches!Countless renowned golden women wailed: CEO Lu gave up the throne to accompany a Cinderella to experience the lives of commoners.

What kind of weird hobbies are these?

After knowing the truth, Qiao Yi was furious: Lu Jingyun, I want to divorce you!

The man hugged her and coaxed in a low voice, Darling, don't make a fuss.

Anger can affect the baby in your belly.

Ye Feng transmigrated into a parallel world where there were few games and obtained the game production system.As long as the players gave a “super difficult” rating, he could improve his game production ability,However, seeing the “very easy” comments on the game forum, Ye Feng was shocked, and he descended to the alternate world with the ninth art.“Getting Over It With Bennett Ford”, “Undead Cells”, “Bleedborne”, “Sekiro”...A series of games was born.He would like to see who dared to say that these games were very simple!Admit it, rookies. It's all because you suck！However, players whose confidence was shattered by these games still firmly moved the cursor to that option!“Very easy!”

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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