I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 245 - 235: Magic Treasure Tree 1

People in the World of Naruto: Drinking Makes You Stronger
 Author: Half a Piece of OrangeYouyu, a man who found himself transported into the Naruto world, awakened a rather unusual system:The more he drinks, the stronger he becomes!• Raikage: “What?! I have the strongest defense—wait, why did Youyu just slice through me while drinking?!”• Hiruzen Sarutobi: “That guy’s a monster. I’ve never seen him train, only drink... yet he still cut me down in an instant.”• Madara Uchiha: “Dancing? Tch. That drunk bastard swayed his way over and chopped me up!”• Obito Uchiha: “Damn it! Even space-time jutsu can’t stop that drunk maniac!”Youyu: “My hobbies? Drinking... and cutting people down.”

Original Title: “Blackened Bosses Are All My Boyfriends”
[I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun). ]
Su Jingyan is an npc in n horror novels. Every character he plays is a heartthrob, and he has been loved by thousands of people throughout his life.
Just like the bright moon in the world, the darling of God, everyone can’t wait to hold their hearts and make him smile.
The time traveler loves him, the reincarnated loves him, the reincarnated loves him, even Satan who hides in the dark loves him.
Others are hell, but you are my world.
Su Jingyan is a heartthrob, and he is very satisfied with his boyfriend, but strangely, the whole world is telling him: “Run! Your boyfriend is dangerous! He is a ghost! He will kill you later !”
Su Jingyan turned his head and looked at the man who smiled at him like a spring breeze, and then replied flatly, “Oh.” I believe you.
“…” Damn, I’m telling the truth.
The next second, the person died.
In the dead of night.
The man stared closely at Su Jingyan who had fallen asleep.
The knife in his hand shone with a cold light.
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the man put away the knife, turned around and hugged the young man even tighter.
Don’t have the idea of ​​leaving me, or I will kill you in jealousy.
Baby, you are so good.
This article is also known as: “Turning Horror Novels into Sweet Love Articles”
“My old gong can’t possibly kill me! ”
① 1v1, change the soup but not the medicine, the love line is absolutely sweet max, the attack and the world have no memory, but it will be love at first sight.
②Focus on super possessive, sick and aggressive for a hundred years (狗头)
Shou’s attribute is a healing cutie who will always fall in love with Gong at first sight. The two are each other’s Yangou, no matter how you look at it, they feel that each other is good everywhere, as long as the shou is attacked a little bit, it is easy to blush (emphasis, some people may not like this type of shou.)
③Reject ky, decline to pick up the list.
④ Unconventional unlimited streaming, mainly for dating. (dog head)
⑤Every comment will be replied, I love you, if you like me, remember to pay attention to the column.
⑥ Screenshot taken on February 19, 2020.
Content tags: Unlimited Stream Sweet Text Fast Transmigration Book Transmigration
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Jingyan (Mirror is as calm as the heart, unswerving in words)┃Supporting role: Lu Yichen (Dancer in Yishui, Xijiao Nanchen)┃Others:
One sentence introduction: Others are hell, but you are my world.
Conception: Redeem each other, be unique to each other, do not live without madness, love thousands of times.

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