The Duke's Son :Re - Chapter 25

When he woke up, Xiao Junlin transmigrated into the novel he was reading, but he was not the protagonist, but the male partner’s father, who was still a licking dog.

“I have ruined your reputation for the first time. From today, my son will be relieved of all positions in the group.”

“Ding, the host cuts off the relationship with his son and gets a reward of twenty years younger.”

“Don’t call me uncle, the stinky girl only knows how to use my son. Starting today, you will be demoted and go downstairs to clean the toilet.”

“Ding, the host successfully suppressed the heroine, and obtained god-level investment skills and god-level fighting skills.” Killing the dog, suppressing the heroine, and winning the protagonist’s creation, Xiao Junlin found that he was gradually approaching the peak of his life. …

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Xuan Qing discovered a cultivation game on his phone that couldn't be uninstalled. When he clicked on it out of curiosity, he was astonished to find that the treasures and cultivation of characters in the game could be brought back to the real world.

PS: The male lead is the only extraordinary person on Earth, without brainless show-off and face-slapping plots.

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