Quick Travel System: Male Protagonist, You Are Mine
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[Favourite 1V1, welcome to the pit~] Jiang Tian believed that she had always adhered to the path of an ordinary person throughout her life, but she was accidentally struck to death by lightning? Okay, dead is dead, but what the hell is this extra wish fulfillment system? Want to help me achieve my dream? Do you want to help me overthrow the male protagonist and knock over Bai Lianhua? Jiang Tian pinched her arm and found that she was indeed not dreaming. Jiang Tian was a little confused. Since you are already dead, it is good to live again, and it is good to be able to achieve your dreams. What excuses are there for not agreeing? So a certain woman grinned: "Master, don't run away, come to the bowl quickly." [Childhood sweethearts, yandere siblings, ascetic uncles, bloodthirsty vampires, sick zombies, cultivation masters, stupid princes, machine gunners, entertainment industry bosses... Get them all√]
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[Essay] When a murderer falls in love with necrophilia, written by Xiaohei
Killers like to hang out at night. In addition to killing people, he also likes to admire the composition of the human body, the internal organs and the dirty things inside the head. He felt it was time for him to catch someone and come back to appreciate it. Looking at the rotting corpses in his home, he sniffed. These were no longer fresh, and some were even covered with maggots. When he appeared in the middle of the night, he looked at the light from the darkness. Under the dim street light, there was a girl sitting, her head lowered and she didn't know what she was doing. He walked in slightly and found that the girl had good features, neither fat nor thin, fair skin, and slender legs. He immediately decided to admire her tonight. This girl is a necrophiliac. He walked up behind her and hit her with a stick. Necrophilia fainted and fell to the ground. He picked her up and went home along the path. When he arrived at the shabby apartment, he put aside his necrophilia, put her on the bed, and began to admire her slowly. When he picked up the knife and prepared to appreciate it more deeply, Necrophilia opened his eyes. He was confused, and so was Necrophilia. "How did you wake up?" The murderer took two steps back with the knife and asked doubtfully. The necrophiliac touched the back of her head and felt a pool of blood. She grinned and said, "You hit me lightly." The murderer scratched his head and wondered. He had never woken up from a beating before. Could it be that she was so beautiful that he subconsciously hit her lightly? "I'll be heavier next time." He replied slowly, still holding the bloody knife in his hand. The necrophiliac raised his eyebrows and said, "You are..." "I'm a murderer, can't you tell?" This is the first time in a long time that the murderer has said this. His usual lines are "Your internal organs are so beautiful." "I want to appreciate your beauty." Two sentences, obviously today is an exception. "Oh..." The necrophiliac nodded thoughtfully, stood up from the bed, and walked towards the murderer regardless of the dried blood splattered on the floor and wall. The murderer raised the knife and said, "I want to appreciate you today. Don't move, otherwise you will be in pain." The necrophiliac took two steps forward without listening, looked at the murderer, and said: "The shape of your skull is very beautiful; your collarbone is also a butterfly bone, and your lute bone; your face is also very beautiful, you can peel off the skin and hide it privately; your hands are slender and can be used as a photo frame It can be framed; the eyeballs can be detached and played with; the leg bones can be used as small benches; the heart can be cut out and put in a bottle, and the other kidneys can be soaked in wine; the body can be placed on the ground to let flies lay eggs, and it will look squirming. " The murderer frowned and said, "I think so too." To be honest, he felt the same when he looked in the mirror. "The shape of your head is also very nice. The collarbone can be used as an ornament. The eyeballs are placed on the bedside to play with before going to bed. The hand bones are made into crutches. The meat on the face can be used to make soup and drink. The legs are very long. The thighs can be cut off and kept in the refrigerator. The lute bones are also straight and can be used as ornaments." The murderer said to the necrophiliac, which was her compliment in return. The necrophiliac raised his eyebrows, and the murderer slapped his head, "Yes!" The two said together. From that day on, the two began to work together. The murderer was very happy to share his past works with the necrophiliac, and the necrophile also moved the corpses collected in his family to the murderer's home. Most of her corpses were thrown in the cemetery or picked up from the river, and they were not very fresh. The murderer can provide fresh corpses for free, and the two often lament that it is too late to meet each other. A man whose hobby is killing and supplemented by appreciation, and a woman whose hobby is appreciation of blood and supplemented by appreciation, they hit it off immediately and they wish they could stay together every day and tell their stories of the past. There's just something wrong with it. Sometimes necrophilia feels wrong. When she wakes up from her sleep, she will find the murderer standing in front of her with a knife, sharpening it. Then the necrophiliac beats up the murderer. And sometimes when the murderer feels a cool breeze blowing and wakes up from his sleep, he will find the necrophiliac standing in front of him with a knife, about to take action. Then the murderer will beat the necrophiliac. There are so many things that the other party can appreciate. Both of them sighed. The necrophiliac wanted to kill the murderer, and the murderer also wanted to kill the necrophile, but he couldn't succeed every time and was beaten every time. Every day, the two of them were wary of each other's knives, fearing that one of them would accidentally kill them. But as soon as they turned around, they started to call each other brothers and sisters again, which was great. I let you kill people, this is always the case between two people. A murderer never tells a necrophile I love you, and a necrophile never tells a murderer I love you. But they all have one thing in mind. "I love you."
The fujoshi raises her claws
Who likes boys?
Why does the heroine have to be with the hero? There is a novel in which the female protagonist was disfigured by the male protagonist, drank Juezi soup, and destroyed the country. Her father was fed to eagles, and her mother was cut into pieces. She went to take revenge and got entangled with the male protagonist. In the end, the second male protagonist died for the female protagonist, and the female protagonist was heartbroken and got together with the male protagonist!
name building
Haha, as everyone knows, my names are useless, hahaha. No matter how I choose them, they will always be those surnames, so I am calling on readers to provide me with some names. It can also be your own. I will write it in the book~
Determined to break the school grass
After reading this article, I feel like I am going to be gay. . . . . It's a pity that I'm not a boy... I would like to ask, this question is somewhat, um, hard to ask, but I still have to ask. Where do boys get gay sex? Anal or,,,,? ? ／Cover your face(*/?＼*)／
What is your favorite ancient sentence? I come first: I hope the years can look back and we grow old together with deep affection.
The heroine fell and lost her memory, and fell in love with the second hero who loved her wholeheartedly. The hero recovered his memory and regretted it for the rest of his life. He lived in pain and regret all his life. When he saw the show of affection between the heroine and the second hero, he couldn't die even if he wanted to, so Leng Yue's soul disappeared. This is the ending in my mind!
Talk about what's on your mind
The author actually comes from a well-to-do family. My mother and grandmother are childish, my father is a coward, and my grandmother also makes trouble with my mother. I don't help anyone when they have troubles. My father always listens to my words. As a result, I know that they will definitely get divorced. They will definitely...
Companionship is the longest confession of love
Su Qingyou: You are the joy of my youth and the bond of my life. Chu Yang: Sister, I really want to eat you, so that we can always be together. Lin Yan: I hope we can be together for a lifetime. When we get old, we will be together too. When we die in the end, I must live one minute longer than you... So that when you leave, let me hold your hand tightly, just like when we sleep. Gu Nan: In this chaotic world, I want to give you stability. Mu Bai: Love is regardless of gender and age. Huo Dan: Mr. Huo Dan is the only one who loves you miserably. Shengnan: When I meet you, all my criteria for choosing a mate are like you. Chongah: No matter what, nothing can stop our love. Yixiu: Even if I lose my memory, my heart will still beat when I meet you. Lord Grim: You are my duplicity. I wish Xiao Hei a victory in his first battle, wow. There's nothing to say, just say it, pen core.
Who is that Leng Yue? Why can it replace the image of the heroine?
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[Essay] When a murderer falls in love with necrophilia, written by Xiaohei
Killers like to hang out at night. In addition to killing people, he also likes to admire the composition of the human body, the internal organs and the dirty things inside the head. He felt it was time for him to catch someone and come back to appreciate it. Looking at the rotting corpses in his home, he sniffed. These were no longer fresh, and some were even covered with maggots. When he appeared in the middle of the night, he looked at the light from the darkness. Under the dim street light, there was a girl sitting, her head lowered and she didn't know what she was doing. He walked in slightly and found that the girl had good features, neither fat nor thin, fair skin, and slender legs. He immediately decided to admire her tonight. This girl is a necrophiliac. He walked up behind her and hit her with a stick. Necrophilia fainted and fell to the ground. He picked her up and went home along the path. When he arrived at the shabby apartment, he put aside his necrophilia, put her on the bed, and began to admire her slowly. When he picked up the knife and prepared to appreciate it more deeply, Necrophilia opened his eyes. He was confused, and so was Necrophilia. "How did you wake up?" The murderer took two steps back with the knife and asked doubtfully. The necrophiliac touched the back of her head and felt a pool of blood. She grinned and said, "You hit me lightly." The murderer scratched his head and wondered. He had never woken up from a beating before. Could it be that she was so beautiful that he subconsciously hit her lightly? "I'll be heavier next time." He replied slowly, still holding the bloody knife in his hand. The necrophiliac raised his eyebrows and said, "You are..." "I'm a murderer, can't you tell?" This is the first time in a long time that the murderer has said this. His usual lines are "Your internal organs are so beautiful." "I want to appreciate your beauty." Two sentences, obviously today is an exception. "Oh..." The necrophiliac nodded thoughtfully, stood up from the bed, and walked towards the murderer regardless of the dried blood splattered on the floor and wall. The murderer raised the knife and said, "I want to appreciate you today. Don't move, otherwise you will be in pain." The necrophiliac took two steps forward without listening, looked at the murderer, and said: "The shape of your skull is very beautiful; your collarbone is also a butterfly bone, and your lute bone; your face is also very beautiful, you can peel off the skin and hide it privately; your hands are slender and can be used as a photo frame It can be framed; the eyeballs can be detached and played with; the leg bones can be used as small benches; the heart can be cut out and put in a bottle, and the other kidneys can be soaked in wine; the body can be placed on the ground to let flies lay eggs, and it will look squirming. " The murderer frowned and said, "I think so too." To be honest, he felt the same when he looked in the mirror. "The shape of your head is also very nice. The collarbone can be used as an ornament. The eyeballs are placed on the bedside to play with before going to bed. The hand bones are made into crutches. The meat on the face can be used to make soup and drink. The legs are very long. The thighs can be cut off and kept in the refrigerator. The lute bones are also straight and can be used as ornaments." The murderer said to the necrophiliac, which was her compliment in return. The necrophiliac raised his eyebrows, and the murderer slapped his head, "Yes!" The two said together. From that day on, the two began to work together. The murderer was very happy to share his past works with the necrophiliac, and the necrophile also moved the corpses collected in his family to the murderer's home. Most of her corpses were thrown in the cemetery or picked up from the river, and they were not very fresh. The murderer can provide fresh corpses for free, and the two often lament that it is too late to meet each other. A man whose hobby is killing and supplemented by appreciation, and a woman whose hobby is appreciation of blood and supplemented by appreciation, they hit it off immediately and they wish they could stay together every day and tell their stories of the past. There's just something wrong with it. Sometimes necrophilia feels wrong. When she wakes up from her sleep, she will find the murderer standing in front of her with a knife, sharpening it. Then the necrophiliac beats up the murderer. And sometimes when the murderer feels a cool breeze blowing and wakes up from his sleep, he will find the necrophiliac standing in front of him with a knife, about to take action. Then the murderer will beat the necrophiliac. There are so many things that the other party can appreciate. Both of them sighed. The necrophiliac wanted to kill the murderer, and the murderer also wanted to kill the necrophile, but he couldn't succeed every time and was beaten every time. Every day, the two of them were wary of each other's knives, fearing that one of them would accidentally kill them. But as soon as they turned around, they started to call each other brothers and sisters again, which was great. I let you kill people, this is always the case between two people. A murderer never tells a necrophile I love you, and a necrophile never tells a murderer I love you. But they all have one thing in mind. "I love you."
The fujoshi raises her claws
Who likes boys?
Why does the heroine have to be with the hero? There is a novel in which the female protagonist was disfigured by the male protagonist, drank Juezi soup, and destroyed the country. Her father was fed to eagles, and her mother was cut into pieces. She went to take revenge and got entangled with the male protagonist. In the end, the second male protagonist died for the female protagonist, and the female protagonist was heartbroken and got together with the male protagonist!
name building
Haha, as everyone knows, my names are useless, hahaha. No matter how I choose them, they will always be those surnames, so I am calling on readers to provide me with some names. It can also be your own. I will write it in the book~
Determined to break the school grass
After reading this article, I feel like I am going to be gay. . . . . It's a pity that I'm not a boy... I would like to ask, this question is somewhat, um, hard to ask, but I still have to ask. Where do boys get gay sex? Anal or,,,,? ? ／Cover your face(*/?＼*)／
What is your favorite ancient sentence? I come first: I hope the years can look back and we grow old together with deep affection.
The heroine fell and lost her memory, and fell in love with the second hero who loved her wholeheartedly. The hero recovered his memory and regretted it for the rest of his life. He lived in pain and regret all his life. When he saw the show of affection between the heroine and the second hero, he couldn't die even if he wanted to, so Leng Yue's soul disappeared. This is the ending in my mind!
Talk about what's on your mind
The author actually comes from a well-to-do family. My mother and grandmother are childish, my father is a coward, and my grandmother also makes trouble with my mother. I don't help anyone when they have troubles. My father always listens to my words. As a result, I know that they will definitely get divorced. They will definitely...
Companionship is the longest confession of love
Su Qingyou: You are the joy of my youth and the bond of my life. Chu Yang: Sister, I really want to eat you, so that we can always be together. Lin Yan: I hope we can be together for a lifetime. When we get old, we will be together too. When we die in the end, I must live one minute longer than you... So that when you leave, let me hold your hand tightly, just like when we sleep. Gu Nan: In this chaotic world, I want to give you stability. Mu Bai: Love is regardless of gender and age. Huo Dan: Mr. Huo Dan is the only one who loves you miserably. Shengnan: When I meet you, all my criteria for choosing a mate are like you. Chongah: No matter what, nothing can stop our love. Yixiu: Even if I lose my memory, my heart will still beat when I meet you. Lord Grim: You are my duplicity. I wish Xiao Hei a victory in his first battle, wow. There's nothing to say, just say it, pen core.
Who is that Leng Yue? Why can it replace the image of the heroine?
