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Under the dirtiest bridge in Blue and White Star, the alcoholic Murong Heng vomited all his blood and breathed his last. However, what awakens in the dying body is a soul from another world with the same name and surname from the earth. The only light is my childhood sweetheart Mu Siyu. The reborn Murong Heng boldly confessed her love with a soulful song "Let's Get Married" from the earth, which ignited the love that Mu Siyu had suppressed for many years, but also ignited her fear of gain and loss. She was afraid that this love was just an illusion after a serious injury, and that the new singing star Mu Wanqing who was as white as the moonlight in his heart would eventually return. Murong Heng, who was resurrected from a dead body, inherited this body that was riddled with holes, and also shouldered the broken life of the original owner. Bearing three shackles - the dying body, the sealed memory, and the emotional entanglement with the two women that were constantly being dealt with, Murong Heng decided to break the situation. With the Earth's advanced entertainment concept in hand, Murong Heng vowed to use the wave of the Internet to tap into the first pot of gold in Blue and White Star, a world with "crooked technology" and poor entertainment, fulfill the promise of love, and uncover the shocking truth sealed in blood and wine.
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Author trumpet
Actually, this is my first time writing a book of this type. The plot is a bit messy. The reason why it is messy is because there is no profit. The plot originally planned to be more than two million words has been severely reduced.
working on
A new year, a new day has begun. I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, make a lot of money this year, and live a carefree life.
New book in preparation
"Hello, how can I get to the marketing department?" Murong Heng's eyes were extremely cruel. He stopped a girl who looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old in uniform and asked about the location of the marketing department. This girl has a childish face, a good figure, upturned lips with two shallow dimples, a pair of bright eyes that exude a dazzling light, and her high breasts are ready to pop out under the uniform. She is at least D-level. She has a childish face and a giant bun, plus this uniform, it is really hard to stop.
Will the new book I am writing be banned at this level?
The moment he entered, he felt so crowded that he didn't dare to move his hands. And Song Wanwan, who entered with him, was squeezed directly against his body. Due to Song Wanwan's height, she could only rest her entire face on Murong Heng's chest. At this moment, someone in the crowd moved, causing Song Wanwan, who was clinging to Murong Heng, to sway as well. This was a huge move, and Murong Heng felt a large soft mass rubbing against his chest, making him feel a sense of pleasure and tingling in his heart. Sensing the strangeness in his chest, Murong Heng said to himself: Damn it, if I had known, I would have waited for the next elevator. He knew very well what was on his chest that could bring him this feeling, and at this moment, Song Wanwan was directly pressed against him, and the touch was very real and strong. Coupled with the fragrance that floated from Song Wanwan's hair from time to time, it stimulated him all the time, causing him to receive a violent impact both physically and mentally. Knowing that he would be playing with fire if he continued like this, he prepared to change positions to avoid the stimulating impact. However, as soon as he moved, there was a squeeze, causing his raised hands to press on Song Wanwan's buttocks. After touching Song Wanwan with both hands, Song Wanwan seemed to sense that someone was taking advantage or something. Murong Heng could feel Song Wanwan's buttocks twisting slightly. As Song Wanwan twisted, Murong Heng felt even more uncomfortable, and he was almost unable to suppress the ancient power in his body. In order to ease this embarrassing situation, Murong Heng tried his best to move, but whether it was because he moved too much or something else, Song Wanwan directly raised her head and stared at him. Song Wanwan raised her head and immediately saw Murong Heng with a bitter look on her face. After frowning slightly, she lowered her head again. After lowering her head, Song Wanwan's face was instantly filled with blush.
Five-star praise
What time is the end of the plot call? Is it better to tidy up or go to sleep?
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Official(5)Scraped 3d ago
Author trumpet
Actually, this is my first time writing a book of this type. The plot is a bit messy. The reason why it is messy is because there is no profit. The plot originally planned to be more than two million words has been severely reduced.
working on
A new year, a new day has begun. I wish you all a happy new year, all the best, make a lot of money this year, and live a carefree life.
New book in preparation
"Hello, how can I get to the marketing department?" Murong Heng's eyes were extremely cruel. He stopped a girl who looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old in uniform and asked about the location of the marketing department. This girl has a childish face, a good figure, upturned lips with two shallow dimples, a pair of bright eyes that exude a dazzling light, and her high breasts are ready to pop out under the uniform. She is at least D-level. She has a childish face and a giant bun, plus this uniform, it is really hard to stop.
Will the new book I am writing be banned at this level?
The moment he entered, he felt so crowded that he didn't dare to move his hands. And Song Wanwan, who entered with him, was squeezed directly against his body. Due to Song Wanwan's height, she could only rest her entire face on Murong Heng's chest. At this moment, someone in the crowd moved, causing Song Wanwan, who was clinging to Murong Heng, to sway as well. This was a huge move, and Murong Heng felt a large soft mass rubbing against his chest, making him feel a sense of pleasure and tingling in his heart. Sensing the strangeness in his chest, Murong Heng said to himself: Damn it, if I had known, I would have waited for the next elevator. He knew very well what was on his chest that could bring him this feeling, and at this moment, Song Wanwan was directly pressed against him, and the touch was very real and strong. Coupled with the fragrance that floated from Song Wanwan's hair from time to time, it stimulated him all the time, causing him to receive a violent impact both physically and mentally. Knowing that he would be playing with fire if he continued like this, he prepared to change positions to avoid the stimulating impact. However, as soon as he moved, there was a squeeze, causing his raised hands to press on Song Wanwan's buttocks. After touching Song Wanwan with both hands, Song Wanwan seemed to sense that someone was taking advantage or something. Murong Heng could feel Song Wanwan's buttocks twisting slightly. As Song Wanwan twisted, Murong Heng felt even more uncomfortable, and he was almost unable to suppress the ancient power in his body. In order to ease this embarrassing situation, Murong Heng tried his best to move, but whether it was because he moved too much or something else, Song Wanwan directly raised her head and stared at him. Song Wanwan raised her head and immediately saw Murong Heng with a bitter look on her face. After frowning slightly, she lowered her head again. After lowering her head, Song Wanwan's face was instantly filled with blush.
Five-star praise
What time is the end of the plot call? Is it better to tidy up or go to sleep?
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