Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again - Chapter 1627-END

[Sultry and unconsciously seduces the heroine] vs [All villains and crazy bosses]

Yun Ranran transmigrated into a cannon fodder female supporting role in a comprehension novel. She was robbed of everything by the heroine and died tragically under her sword. The system told her that in order to get rid of the fate of tragic death, she needs to attack three blackened villains at the same time.

【The ruthless sword fairy who kills like hemp】
【The sick and charming demon who destroys the world with his own hands】
【Indifferent and unintentional buddhist son】

Yun Ranran looked at [simultaneously] [blackening] and fell into deep thought.
The three bigwigs in the comprehension world, everyone talks about it, but they have all been a little bit retrograde recently.
Sword Immortal Xiu has a ruthless way, thousands of years of cold ice, no one is allowed to approach, recently lost his identity, a small number, was picked up by a little girl, forced to be her little brother, if he is not obedient, he will be pressed against the wall for education, patted His little face told him to be good, and every time he escaped, he ended up miserable.
The demon king is paranoid, gloomy, moody, locked in the abyss for more than ten years, crawls out bloody and prepares to take revenge on the society, a little girl protects him behind him, says you are a good person, I will protect you, he was just about to be a good person Tian saw the sword fairy pressing the little girl against the wall and telling her to say “I will be good” over and over again.
The Buddha’s son is praised by the world, restrains abstinence, and is called the man who is closest to God, but he is actually a white cut black, who has been wandering between darkness and light. His hands were trying their best to be nice to him, and he pulled her into his arms, feeling tempted for the first time. As a result, the next day, he saw the little girl being cornered by two other bastards, and he realized that she had not only Buddha, but also swords and demons.
The three bosses: Oh, that’s fine.
Yun Ranran, who fell into the blackened Shura field and was tossed and tossed: Huh…not very good…wrong, wrong…
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- Description from novelbuddy

“Uncle, I was punished for being late! ” “Buy the school. ”

“Uncle, I was bullied! ” “SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! ”

In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn’t have them, she only competed for uncles!

Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.

Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

In all my life, I’ve only made two mistakes that I regret. The first was filling out my entrance exam application wrong, and the second was offending Zhong Yuan. If I had to use an idiom to describe the impact of my mistake, it would be simply, ‘Life is no better than death’. And if I had to use an idiom to describe Zhong Yuan’s offenses to me, it would be simply, ‘Too many crimes to record’. And yet, for as evil and wicked as he was, he attracted girls the way that flowers attracted bees and butterflies.

It happened that one day, for some reason, I taunted Zhong Yuan, “The King of Hell sent you to torture some more people, didn’t he?” Without a change in expression, he replied, “In order to torture fewer people, I decided to just choose one person to torture for the rest of my life.” I asked him, “What do you mean?” He smiled at me and answered, “If you don’t go to hell, who will?”

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…