Starting With 100 Million Lives - Chapter 427 Can I Get Credit

At the start, I transmigrate into the body of a figurehead mascot Emperor. Through the Hundred Generations Book, I experience different lives, and completing missions earns me rewards.In the Hundred Generations Book.I become the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect and debate the Dao with Saintess Miaolian. As a result, her Dao Heart shatters.I become a down-and-out scholar and save a White Snake. I help her successfully cross the Tribulation and transform into the last True Dragon in the world, yet she says she will never let me go, life after life.I become an Elder of the Longquan Sword Sect and take on a disciple. I train her to become the world's number one Sword Immortal, yet she hates me to the bone.But I didn't know all these beauties would step out into the real world.

Tao is willing to take the peach blossom system to go to different worlds to complete the task, and the most important task is to fall in love. And every love, must be very sweet and very pet, only to complete the task.

In short, after he opened, every world must show love.

White Lotus: I feel the deep malice from the world. If I say that I am the protagonist, why did I finally become cannon fodder?

Slag Man: It’s too fast to face, like a tornado. If God gives me another chance to come back, please let me love him for 10,000 years.

Onlookers: God, take the two shows and love, we are going to be killed by dog ​​food!

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At the age of 15, He Jin found himself a “husband” in an online game, their love was filled with loving affection and sweetness. However, because his study was being interfered with, his parent cut off the internet, he didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye and had to disappear from the game.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.