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Xiao Lie, the god of war, woke up and found that he had become a modern loser with millions in debt. Looking at the debt collection text messages on his phone and the buckets of instant noodles all over the house, he silently pulled out the rusty sword under the bed. Delivering goods live? His aura of ordering troops on the battlefield scared Internet celebrities to tears. Delivery? Qinggong was interviewed eight times by the Ministry of Transportation for catching up on orders. Being a bodyguard... The employer blushed and handed over the room card: "Mr. Xiao, can you teach me self-defense tonight?" Until financial giants begged him to operate, and international competitions competed with him as a coach. Xiao Lie put away his sword and sighed: "I just want to pay off Huabei." And the pretty policeman who always came to check the water meter silently pulled him into the family group: "My mother said... If you can't pay off your debts, you can marry him in."

A modern surgeon dressed as the deposed and exiled daughter of the Prime Minister. In order to survive in troubled times, she picked up a beautiful "brother" who was covered with bruises as an assistant. She taught him medical skills and gave him warmth, thinking that he was raising a loyal little wolfdog. Until the change of imperial power, he tore off the disguise and imprisoned her by his side with iron-blooded methods. There was paranoia and madness in his eyes that she had never seen before: "Sister, you saved me, don't ever think of leaving me behind in this life."

The day I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I awakened to my writing revision system. As long as the emotional value is consumed, reality can be modified. I wrote the Taoist cultivator next door as the villain, and the global aura suddenly revived. The boss who owed money was described as cannon fodder, and the next day he went bankrupt and jumped off the building. When the editor urged me to publish the manuscript, I conveniently added a setting of "must update 100,000 a day". Until the system warned me that my emotional value was about to be exhausted-- "It is recommended that the host modify itself into an emotionless AI and continue to obtain emotional values." I smiled and typed the last line on the keyboard: "The protagonist permanently retains bipolar disorder and gains the ability to manipulate the emotions of all humans." Now, the whole world is my reader.

The apocalypse is coming, and the ex-fiancé takes away all the supplies and the little white flower and runs away. Yun Tu bound himself to the "Doomsday Profiteer" system and became the most wealthy villain in the Doomsday. While others were nibbling steamed buns, she was nibbling on cream cake; While others grabbed clean water, she used mineral water to brush her teeth and wash her face. When her ex-fiancé was so hungry that he begged for a pack of instant noodles, she sneered: "You're kneeling to the wrong person. The one you should be kneeling to is the top hound I just acquired last night." Later, her stores opened all over the mainland, and her business territory spanned the apocalyptic wasteland. The mysterious boss who ranked first in wealth knelt at the door and offered all his wealth: "Marry me and these will be yours." She caressed her pet dog lazily: "Deal, but my dog will be the best man."