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Chapter 31 To put it bluntly, it's my business to think what I want, to the effect of how much something is worth. Do you know what the Holy Mother is? She is a cousin.

To be honest, the sincerity at the beginning is very clumsy and has nothing to do with the introduction. The protagonist is also not related in the back. I was attracted by the introduction. The result is not the same as the introduction. From beginning to end, the protagonist is strong.

Is the protagonist a sufferer? Or should I say that the girls here are very powerful and savage.

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Collect it. The author is indeed either a woman or a shou. The first supporting character is a policewoman. It seems that she is a shou.

I just hope there won't be too many female protagonists, just 2 or 3 will be enough~ There are also plots that can develop a different world, so please give some rewards first~

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A month ago, the pavilion master walked into the city hospital with a sad face. The doctor standing opposite me was an elegant man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. "Doctor... I... Can I still be saved..." The doctor pushed up his glasses, his golden light flashed, and he looked at me with sharp eyes, "What's wrong with you?" "I'm not sick... I'm poisoned!" I looked frustrated, the strong smell of the medicine irritated my nose and made my tear ducts uncontrollably sore, "My readers said that I mixed poison in the article! I don't believe it!" "Then I looked back at my book, and it turned out... I was poisoned! Doctor, do you think I can be saved?" The doctor remained silent and turned around to take out a silver scalpel. "Doctor... Doctor, what are you doing..." The doctor snorted coldly and approached step by step. The master of the pavilion backed away repeatedly, "Damn it, it turns out it was you who mixed the poison in the article! It made me scold you in the comment area every day! Stop talking nonsense and show your sword!" There was a flash of silver light, and the pavilion master fled in a hurry, ran out of the hospital door, turned around and shouted, "I will not give up! I will come back!" After ten years of sharpening a sword, the Pavilion Master thought about it day and night. Twenty chapters later... Everything was desolate and a cold wind blew. Late at night, the pavilion master walked into the hospital again with a decadent look. The doctor in front of him was still the doctor with gold-rimmed glasses. "You're here." "I'm coming." "Why did you come?" "I have to come..." "Has your poison been cured?" "I... Drank some dichlorvos and fought poison with poison, and I'm almost healed." The doctor snorted coldly, "Then why are you here today?" I smiled bitterly, made up my mind, raised my head and looked at him firmly, "It is easy to cure one person's poison, but it is difficult to cure ten thousand people! I want to think about the readers in this world, can the doctor give me a life-saving medicine?!" The doctor looked at me. After a long time, he turned around and took out the silver scalpel again. "Do you need a scalpel to detoxify... Doctor... What are you..." He came closer and smiled ferociously, "Stop talking and let me cut off this dirty thing that is causing harm to readers! This way, no more people will be poisoned!" The hand rose and the knife fell. The pavilion master covered his lower body with all his strength, and ran away in a hurry again. He turned around and shouted, "The pavilion master would rather die than become an eunuch! I will come back!" After a hundred years of hard work and forty chapters, the pavilion master is walking alone in the desert with a hundred kilograms of weight, a vast expanse of yellow sand and no smoke for thousands of miles. This is an uninhabited road to survive. The vision is blurred and the scorching sun is baking. At this time, the color of the sky and the earth changes, the wind and clouds rise suddenly, a golden light comes, and the cool fairy silk flutters, like the Luo God coming to the world, fluttering like a fairy. The fairy frowned coldly and stretched out her green fingers, "I am Fairy Fan Fan, the editor-in-chief of Yuewen Tianting. Today I grant you the honor of Sanjiang Pavilion. Three rivers are raging, one river can make a god and one river can sink! Keep working hard, Lord Nine Pavilions, and don't add poison in your articles anymore!" After saying that, the silk was gently rolled up, and the three thousand silver silk mousse slowly ascended to the sky. The master of the pavilion threw it from the rolling desert into the turbulent three rivers. The four claws were waving wildly, up and down, "Hey, hey, hey... Don't... Go... I can't swim!" Death... ***************************** Ahem, the Pavilion Master has finally entered Sanjiang. It's not easy. It's so touching... If you recall the name of the city where Lin Yao is located, you will know what kind of feelings the Pavilion Master has towards Sanjiang... One river consecrates the gods and the other sinks. These waves wash away sand, and we are talking about the three rivers. The Pavilion Master is happily digging in the water with poison spots all over his body. Of course, I hope everyone will still support me on the shore. I hope to hear "Come on, Pavilion Master, you can do it!" In this case, um... As for the other kind, "Damn, he is the one who spread poison in the river! Catch him and beat him to death!" In this case... Then, please be merciful... Okay, let me first thank the aloof Goddess Fan Fan, first for dividing the strong, and then for Sanjiang. The master of the pavilion can only repay this great kindness with his own body (fan flying)... Thank you to all readers and friends who support me. I am walking to the front of the Three Rivers. Without your support, I would never be able to go on. Here, I would like to express my special thanks to my reader Xiaoyu. From beginning to end, I have given one recommendation ticket every day without interruption. Although the weight is not much, I am deeply moved. Thank you! Thanks to China Literature Group for its platform, thanks to the friends in the group for their support, and thanks to all the friends who left their footprints in the comment area! Thank you! Here, the master of the pavilion shamelessly asks everyone to