Dominating Sword Immortal - Chapter 842 - Death Qi Iron

A slime randomly falls into existence. Sapient and born with the ability to recreate parts of the things it preys upon, the highly confused drop of primordial soup decides that the only real thing it can do is become the being at the top of the food chain. A task of longevity in the leaves of the Omniverse.

[1v1 Shuangjie + Chuanshu + Guwu + Vest Group Pet + Metaphysics + Full text overhead]

Gu Zhiqi transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role

The heroine is the real daughter with vests all over the place, she is the fake daughter who occupies the magpie’s nest, keeps framing the heroine, and finally receives the box lunch miserably

Gu Zhiqi: Wearing books can’t stop me from retirement!

Of course, you can’t wear books, but you can be poor

Master Zhi was forced to open for business!

…

#burst! Gu Zhiqi, the fake daughter of the Gu family, was kicked out of the house and acted as a magic stick under the overpass to cheat money#

The style of the protagonist group is starting to go wrong

Brother Gu: Lack of money? This neighborhood sends you

Second brother Gu: Second brother will give you an entertainment company

Third Sister Gu: I just made 100 million yuan, keep it

Fourth Brother Gu: Master’s Champions Cup prize money, take it

The heroine of the money fan: Lack of money? Pick whatever color card you like

Brother: come back to inherit the family property

Gu Zhiqi “…” Huh? What about the villainous supporting actress script?

…

#burst! The Gu family are all leaders in the industry, and the fake daughter is nothing but a face#

Then, bigwigs from all walks of life called

Boss No. 1: Is the ancestral site of our alliance better than the Fengshui under the flyover? Master Gu, think again?

Big Brother No. 2: Lack of money? Think about your last order

Boss No. 3: Have time to tell fortunes, but no time to write papers?

Boss No. 4: Miss Gu, I have an operation here, look…

…

Gu Zhiqi: I have read it, I am in retirement, please do not disturb

A movie star: You just used my account

Gu Zhiqi who cheated enough money to prepare for retirement “…”? !

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Dan just wanted to be normal. College, maybe a girlfriend, a life free of drama. Fate had other plans. Now, chosen as a Goddess's champion against his will, Dan is dragged into a hidden world of ancient powers and deadly games. Can a reluctant hero master his divine gifts and survive, or will the weight of godhood crush him before he even begins?.....Thank you for taking the time to view my book. I'm a growing author and so it means a lot to me that you decided to check my book. If you do decide to go ahead to read the book I would like to warn ahead of the typos that I may have missed in a haste to post the work and for that I am sorry. Hope you like the story though. Thank you again for reading..

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