Supreme Uprising - Chapter 1240 - Passing On Responsibilities

Even the most capable people cannot escape calamity. Zhang Ping, who dreamed of becoming the world’s best, voluntarily enters the palace to become a eunuch before his father has to resort to plundering and crime.

How can a prince be so thin and bony, that was Zhang Ping’s first impression of Huangfu Jie.

The prince looks at the kneeling eunuch, the scars and wounds on his body not yet healing.

Zhang Ping’s eyes turn red—I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!

He is just little uglier; weirder than normal people.

Are ugly people not human? I, Zhang Ping, swear to cultivate the world’s second best over here in the palace!

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Traveling through the big world that covers the sky, awakening the sign-in system, and rejecting the rich woman’s pursuit at the beginning! Sign in to get a pair of pupils!

Sign in at Daleiyin Temple and get a five-star reward Emperor Seal!

Sign in in the Bronze Immortal Hall and get a seven-star reward for inextinguishable profound art!

Sign in on God and get a ten-star reward Fortune Jade Plate!

The ancient warriors, step on the restricted area, control life and death, and control reincarnation!

The heavens and the world, the rolling red dust, have left his footprints!

The legend of Emperor Xuantian began when the Nine Dragons pulled a coffin on Mount Tai!

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Leaning against the attic window, Luo Manman was on the verge of falling.

Her long hair obscured her expressions. With an innately ugly face, even her best efforts could hardly make her figure remotely normal.

Just as she was somewhat inclined to end it all.

[Would you like a better appearance? In exchange for a different life?] A voice named Pandora sounded in her ears.

Luo Manman quirked her lips into a faint smile and gave an unexpected reply: I don’t want it.

[…..]

After Pandora offered her one benefit after another, Luo Manman agreed to this game of life.

Pretending to breathe with difficulty

Starting to peddle composure

The already filthy viscera

Buried under the striking appearance

Was the new life of this skin really a salvation?

Or a cover up of a thrilling sin?

A story about the intersection of skin and destiny unfolded…

The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren

Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven

Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord

Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang

I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox

The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back

The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!

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In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”

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