MTL - Thousand Face Demonic Concubine - Chapter 477 Force the palace to take the throne

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The depressive little girl with her soul disguised as a man is pitiful. The all-round female artist Qiao Yu originally thought she was holding a script for the upgrading of the entertainment industry, and the rest of her life should be surrounded by fans, hugging from left to right, but unexpectedly she was surrounded by three The big brother chased and blocked, but he couldn’t get rid of it.
The genius novelist with future royalties of over 100 million has soft eyes: “I can write you any character you want.”
There is something in the words of the C-person of the men’s group that is popular with half the sky: “Their fans say that we have a lot of CP feeling.”
The crown prince of the group with a net worth of tens of billions boldly tested: “Xiaoyu, do you want resources?”
Qiao Yubenyu: “You don’t need to duck.”
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In the last life, Qiao Yu’s looks were not strong enough to make up for it, but in this life, the poor Qiao Yu has a god-given appearance, beauty and strength coexist.
It is said that the entertainment circle has been fighting for many years, and the appearance of Qiao Yu has finally unified the fan circle.
She is the omnipotent treasure idol.
She is the top traffic at the peak of her debut.
She is the rose teenager that everyone is crazy about.
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Q: What are your thoughts on being named the most sleepy male artist among girls in the fan circle for three consecutive years?
Qiao Yu: Eat less vegetables and drink more, everything in your dreams.

Content tags: Soul transformation Entertainment circle Women disguised as men Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao Yu ┃ Supporting roles: Ye Xiguang, Fang Qiubai, Ji Weitong ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: She is a beauty pageant boy.

- Description from novelbuddy

It started off peculiarly; first, his domestic cat refused to let him cuddle it.Lin Qiushi soon found that a sense of disharmony and incongruity began to pervade everything around him.Then, one odd day, he pushed open a door, and he discovered that the hallway he was familiar with turned into a boundless corridor.At both ends of this corridor were twelve, identical iron gates.he pushed one of the doorsThus, the story begins.Disclaimer: The content presented here is not authored by me. I kindly request that you extend your support to the original author by visiting jjwxc.net.Original Author Name: Xī Zǐxù / 西子绪

The main protagonist Chen He often meets crazy people in his life, and all these people have very deep prejudices against him. They often do weird things.

(1)

Once, Chen He polished off a bunch of hired killers (who seemed to be after him?), and eventually found the mastermind.

Chen He: You and I are complete strangers, so why are you doing this to me?

Mastermind: You’re gonna kill me after ten years! Of course I’ve got to make a preemptive strike.

Chen He: …

(2)

Chen He: Sir, we have had no bad blood between us, and I have not done anything to offend you. Why are you being so threatening?

Taoist priest: Hmph! In the future, you’ll be offending me to no end. Haven’t you been looking down on me all your life?

Chen He: …but I still have my entire life ahead of me!

(3)

Antagonist A: Chen He! Because of your master, I was rejected by XX Sect, and so I was forced to become a demonic cultivator!

Chen He: Who…who are you?

Antagonist B: My future lover’s meridians and good looks were ruined by you, and I’m definitely not gonna let you do it this time!

Chen He could not help but think: There is definitely something wrong with my life!

- Description from Novelupdates

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.