Fairy Tail: Collapsing Stars - Chapter 757: Lin Jing and Su Wan

☆The background of the era is overhead ☆
In the twelve continents of the Silver Tail Star, eight hundred years after the apocalypse reconstruction, the level of technology has finally returned to the pre-disaster level.
Ruan Yu binds a top-flow system.
System: You have to become the top stream!
Ruan Yu: I refuse.
#818 Ruan Yu, the new actress, who is behind her, and why her aggressive resources have continued to fight against black people on the Internet since her debut. The control of public opinion is too powerful! #
Ruan Yu: Thank you, I can answer.
There is no background, just standing on the whole continent.
No way, a drama can get ten points, an S+ TV drama heroine can get 10,000 points, and a billion-dollar movie star can get 1 million points.
And points can buy products of other time and space, laser weapon high-yield crops rare earth resources have everything.
The black fans are dying, the trend of public opinion is positive, and new branch lines can be launched from time to time. Not long ago, they settled and exchanged 100,000 pieces of cultivation liquid for desert to oasis.
what is this?
This is for nothing!
#Salted fish just want salted fish to lie down#
#But I can stand up for the country#
#After the system was handed over to the country, I became popular#
#My brain is not good, but what we do not lack is genius#
#Behind me stands the best of the whole country#
#I turned the system into a plane store#
#Lack of high-end reagents, I will give you money after I finish this scene#

Ruan Yu: I am an ordinary person, but my country is not ordinary
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Demining:
1. No logic, all made up, future overhead, full overhead
2. The heroine does not follow the line of being a scholar, she is an ordinary person and has no talent for scientific research
3. No cp, the heroine is salty fish but has a face, and she does not hold back

Content tags: Interstellar system Future overhead Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ruan Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: You can always trust Ruan Yu
One-sentence introduction: The system said it cried, moved
Concept: Although an individual is small, thousands of people are great, gathering sand into a tower, complementing each other and bringing out the best in each other.

- Description from novelbuddy

Lin Bei re-entered the [Second World] and awakened his SSS-level talent-infinite BUFF!

[Infinite BUFF: SSS level, all buffs to players, the duration is adjusted to infinite! 】

From then on, Lin Bei embarked on the road of conferring gods!

Use the recovery potion to permanently restore 100 points of life per second!

Use the skill Earth Escape to get permanent Escape effect!

Use stealth to get permanent stealth!

Use a scroll of speed to permanently increase movement speed by 25%!

Use Berserk, crit rate +30%, crit damage +100%, duration is permanent!

“Haha, talent is in hand, I have it in the world!”

- Description from novelbuddy

In a world where Classes, Stats, and Levels are the everyday norm, Reivyn has a secret.He was unusually aware of his surroundings from an incredibly early age, and Skills and Stats were acquired easily. He was just the son of an ordinary village family, and nothing appeared out of the ordinary on the surface. But below the surface, dreams of another life help shape his mentality and growth. Why does he have some remembrance of a past life, and what is his purpose in this new one?“Soul of the Warrior” is what I call a Semi-Isekai LitRPG. I say “semi,” because Reivyn's past life is remembered like a dream, and very incomplete. It is still Isekai, though, as he remembers enough that it directly shapes his personality and his sense of self.The System that governs the world of “Soul of the Warrior” is a combination of modified versions from Selkie's “Beneath the Dragoneye Moons” and Kosnik4's “Magic Smithing.” I have changed enough of these Systems and combined them in a way that is unique that I'm mostly sure it's fine, but I still have requested permission to use these ideas. They have both graciously granted me permission.Winner of the April Writathon Challenge.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.