If We Don't Win, I'll Kill You! [Unlimited]

[A calm, self-possessed, highly intelligent and sick beauty is fucked by a woman who looks gentle but is actually crazy, happy and offensive] Jiang Lian took a nap in the library, and when he woke up, he entered a desperate world called "Tower". The rules here are cruel and straightforward: everything is broadcast live, and your asset ranking determines life or death. If it is less than 40% of the total assets of the people, it will be immediately erased. And he, a newcomer who had just traveled through time and had zero assets, had been included in the countdown to kill from the moment he opened his eyes. There are enemies everywhere and cameras everywhere. He must attract enough attention and rewards right away. In the final screening square, countless people cried, struggled, and sold everything in order to survive. The high-hanging screen takes turns to play the glory of top anchors, and the most dazzling existence among them is Pei Yi, known as the "Holy Son" - perfect, powerful, compassionate, and the light of countless people's faith. Just when Jiang Lian calmly analyzed the rules and tried to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos, all the screens were suddenly occupied by the same face. The "Holy Son" who was at the top of the tower, for some unknown reason, focused his exclusive lens on an inconspicuous newcomer square. Countless eyes and lenses instantly focused on Jiang Lian, who was standing alone in the corner. Pei Yi softly said "Huh", pointed his fingertips at the beautiful and overly calm face on the screen, and curved the corners of his lips in a perfect but heart-stopping arc. "It's so clean..." He whispered, but his eyes were so hot that they seemed to penetrate the screen. "Okay, it's the most fun to dye it from scratch." From then on, Jiang Lian's live broadcast room had a unique and permanent "chief audience". Rewards poured in crazily, pulling him from the brink of death and keeping him firmly in the center of everyone's attention. The audience cheered for the Son's "good deeds", thinking that the gods had taken pity on the beautiful ants. Only Jiang Lian knew that every late night when he was full of desires, possessiveness and hormones that were so strong that they were almost real hit his bones. The man's voice was gentle, like a lover caressing each other's ears, and the breath that fell between his whispers was dangerously cool: "Who did you let touch you today?" #The whole tower is eating the CP of the Holy Son to redeem the beauty, only I know what he is thinking# Mission: Love can overcome all difficulties