MTL - Transmigrating into a Demon Spirit to Blow up the Entire World - Chapter 160 The Emperor's Little Phoenix 12

Perfectly average.

That’s how I would describe myself.

I spent most of my life being just that.

Average test scores with mostly C’s and B’s, average athletic abilities, average appearance, average social life, and average family background.

I wanted to be different, that's why I decided to be a pornstar.

dunno but somehow I awakened the ultimate pornstar system-

will I really be able to become the greatest pornstar?

Shen Li originally thought that traveling to ancient times would be the biggest challenge in her life, but when she saw the marriage decree in front of her, her eyes turned dark, marrying that crazy critic Si Yan? Let’s destroy together!

Rumors of the gift of marriage spread like wildfire, and many people took pleasure in other people’s misfortune. Who didn’t know that the cold-faced general hated the delicate lady the most.

However…

At the palace banquet not long after, everyone saw Si Yan push his young wife into a corner, pampered her head, and coaxed her in a low voice.

“Look at how fast you ran just now, isn’t your leg hurting?”

Shen Li slapped his hand off with red ears and gave him a look.

“I’m ashamed to say, can you be normal, didn’t you see how strange those people looked at me just now?”

After opening her mouth, Shen Li realized that she was more like acting like a baby, and immediately put on a stern face.

“It doesn’t matter, you go to the study to sleep at night.”

After being taught a lesson, Si Yan smiled instead of anger.

“Okay, the bed in the study can just sleep two people.”

Shen Li frowned:?

Seeing her expression, Si Yan gave a “tsk” sound: “Want me to hug you to sleep? It’s really troublesome, but it’s not impossible.”

Everyone: Am I blind or deaf? Is this the decisive and unsmiling Si Yan?

This is probably a story of a wild wolf becoming a loyal dog.

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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.