MTL - BOSS Dresses as a Cutie - Chapter 30 His singing voice 6

The simulation is over, and the entry is obtained: a showdown!

Looking at this entry, Zhao Meng was stunned.

“How should this term be used?”

“Hey! Here’s a wounded fox!”

…

A few years later, a woman who looked like a fairy appeared in front of him, and said:

“My lord, I’m here to repay my favor!”

This book is also called “Starting from Transforming Monsters”

- Description from novelbuddy

When Jiang Ming woke up in a strange world, he learned he had obtained immortality. In the dangerous and ruthless world of cultivation, he was determined to carve his unique path. Taking advantage of his immortality, he vowed to learn forbidden skills that would normally eat away at the user’s life.

As he continued on his path, Jiang Ming realized that with his forbidden skills, he could become the strongest.

Chen Xing, the e-sports god who once symbolized an era, accidentally traveled to the world of “Full-time Master” in a certain year after retiring. After leaving the Excellent Era Club, relying on his previous experience and talent, he became a top professional player and embarked on the road to return to the top.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, who will reach the highest peak?

This book is also known as “Kicking Tao Xuan away at the beginning”, “What a coincidence, I’m also a full-time master”, “I became a big boss at the end of the game”, “Xingxin and Jiashi choose one”, “Eleven years full-time, glory is not extinguished”, etc. .

Tags: No Heroine, Possibly Hilarious, The New Version of The Ship You Haven’t Seen

- Description from novelbuddy

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”