I was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but that World is at Peace (WN) - Chapter 28: How the Heck Could this Happen?

Meng Xiyue had no intention of entering into the book “Deep Sad Love: The Little Wife Runs with the Ball”, but fortunately, she was just a passerby.

Looking at the love between the male and female protagonists, Meng Xi’s crescent moon was sour and she determined the standard of mate selection: her other half must have a positive outlook, no pits in her head, and calmness in any situation, preferably not a love brain.

Then one day, Meng Xiyue met the villainous female partner in the book…

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1. Small cookies, the full text is about 18w to end
2. Mo De’s feelings Meng Xiyue × brain tonic drama jingle Xia Yu’an
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The Count of Chronia’s youngest son became a warlock to live.

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