My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer - Chapter 39 The Blood Spirit (Part 1)

Wang Xuan entered Longmao Square and was trapped in it. When he finally left, it turned out…

This is the last building on earth.

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e Xuan transmigrated into a novel world only to discover he is the novel’s villain?

Moreover, the heroine of this world was aware of the future plot and was preparing to kill him?

Danger-!

Luckily, he awakened a system that allowed the heroine to see the plot.

“In order to save you… it didn’t matter if I was possessed by a devil!”

Heroine: He turned into the devil to save me?

“Why, you won’t listen to my explanation? Being wronged by you is like a sword piercing my heart, it’s so cold and painful.”

Heroine: What, he was wronged?

“Your sword hurt me so deeply… This life, I will not fall in love with you again.”

The heroine cried her heart out: No-!!!

“Please don’t r*pe me. This life, I would rather betray the heavens than betray you!!!!

All the people came to the Chaos Continent, became the lord of one party, and participated in the struggle for hegemony among all ethnic groups.

Tinder is the authority of the human lord. You can sign in on Tinder every day to get population, blueprints, food and other materials.

Huang Yu signed in on the first day and got a discounted artifact.

A batch of discounted products will be refreshed every day for Huang Yu to buy.

then……

“This legendary weapon is only 10,000 magic crystals after the discount? I bought it!”

“0.5% off dragon eggs? Give me 100!”

“0.0…01% off the extraordinary arms training camp! There is such a good thing? Come to the bowl!”

…

Since then, Huang Yu and his territory have become famous in the Chaos Continent!

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[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.