Lu Yu, who lives in the new century, would like to say "NO" to the feudal superstition passed down by his family for hundreds of years.
Of course, Lu Yu, who was educated with sticks, still understood a little bit.
Until one day, he traveled through time and became a low-cost base wage earner and was about to face unemployment.
Lu Yu:…
I knew that feudal superstition was not trustworthy, and it was good luck!
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In 2132, an unpredictable and pathological evolution swept across the world, and human beings became captive food for alien races overnight. In this era of devastation and rampant monsters, everyone's endurance is a cruel test.
A new member of Evil Eye Live Broadcast has become a high-profile investigator because his luck value is at an extreme level and refreshes on a daily basis.
When you are lucky, you can have all the props you want.
When luck goes against the tide, the body's organs take a turn for the worse.
The lively and lively audience can connect three times with just one click.
Sooner or later, this guy will fall into the gutter and be torn into pieces by the pollutants.
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After going through several copies:
The boy with different eyes and black hair had a cold expression on his face, and his attacks became more and more ferocious.
On his shoulder, there is always a delicate and beautiful doll, with strange totems embroidered on the white nightgown, holding a red ball in his hand.
And outside the boy's sight, the usually pitiful doll was glaring at the snoopers around him.
Trying to monopolize the best little fish in the world.
As a result, despite all calculations, the doll failed to calculate that he would undergo mitosis uncontrollably. And every clone that spawns wants Lu Yu's full attention, even if it's another version of himself.
Damn it! Everything deserves to die, Xiaoyu belongs to him alone!
Every doll thinks so.
Until the moment of danger, the gods of old tread on blood. Under the gaze of everyone in the live broadcast room, Lu Yu picked up the unconscious Lu Yu, grinding his slightly curly black hair with his cold fingers, and there was a trace of madness and satisfaction in his eyes:
"Little fish... You smell so appetizing."
Poor guy, indifferent, heartthrob, vs. Weird, yandere, god.
Qiangqiang/HE/Work hard to update; a new author, I will work hard to write well.
Intention: There is hope only when we are alive, right?
