Good Morning, Mr. President! - Chapter 33

Huazhi is a rabbit spirit who has just cultivated into an adult. He was hacked into a post-apocalyptic novel in which the male protagonist is reborn, and became the female supporting role in the book who died early.
System: [Kiss, rush, rush! As long as you save enough energy, you can go back and continue to practice and become a rabbit fairy! 】
The flower branch of dreaming to become a rabbit fairy: (/≧▽≦)/Chongchongchong!
But as soon as he wore the book, the flower branch that had not had time to turn into a human shape was picked up by Jinghuai, and the flower branch who wanted to turn back into a human shape had to stay beside Jinghuai every day, being quilted! he! trample! Smash!
After the rebirth, Jing Huai accidentally picked up a little bunny like a marshmallow, with ruby-like eyes, soft and fluffy bunny ears, and a fluffy round tail adorned behind him.
The scenery is cold and ruthless towards everyone, but she gently brushes her hair every day, feeds her scarce carrots, and gives her the sweetest spring water…
Until one day, Jing Huai put the flower branch on the head of the bed, touched her soft rabbit fur, and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the fur on his palm disappeared, and he turned into a girl with soft rabbit ears.
Jing Huai: “…”
Jing Huai rubbed her bunny ears, her face flushed with indifference, “Change back.”
Huazhi retracted his head into the quilt: “No, no.”
Carrots really suck!
Note: Doomsday Cookies

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My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)

Qin Chen crossed into Taiyi Holy Land as a sweeper, and at the age of sixteen awakened the system. As long as he signed in at different places, he could get different rewards.

Sign in at the Land of Emperor Ruins and get the world’s No. 1 Chaos Holy Body and the Chaos Emperor Sutra!

Sign in to seal the magic land and get the quasi-emperor soldiers!

Sign in at the Refining Hall and get the God-level Refining Technique!

Sign in at the medicine garden and get the medicine of immortality!

Sign in at the Imperial Palace and get the Emperor-level forbidden magical power ‘Resurrection from the Dead’!

…

Qin Chen thought that he would just sign in silently until the world was invincible.

One day, the relics of the Great Emperor will appear in the Holy Land, all the holy places, families, and ancient dynasties have come, and there will be an unparalleled demon king in the relics, killing countless powerhouses, ruling the world, and wanting to destroy the Holy Land.

In desperation, Qin Chen could only walk out, slapped the Demon King to death, and sighed: “I just want to be a sweeper and sign in silently. Why do you force me to take action?”

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In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.