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 Dr. Chu didn't mean to lower his voice at all. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.
 He Jianlan turned his head abruptly, his eyes rolling between the white-haired young man and the doctor in white coat without any secret.
 Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in a bit of astonishment, with worry in his azure blue eyes.
 No one knows what the "check" this dangerous doctor is talking about, and why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first.
 But there is no doubt that Zong Jiu has no room for rejection.
 In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders of medical staff. The hapless man lying on the operating table just now is the best example.
 In the copy of the horror film, the survivalist is the existence at the bottom of the food chain. Not only must you avoid those unknown ‘good friends’, but you must also not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the instance score be increased, but on the contrary, it will be back down.
 It wasn’t a team that didn’t want to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key npc in that dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone got the "F" rating of the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement the whole team obliteration.
 This resulted in the unprecedented power of the dungeon NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this personal show.
 Since they have entered the dungeon, they have to follow the rules of this dungeon. People who do not follow the rules usually have no good end.
 "Line up, one by one."
 The doctor waved his hand, and the full-faced nurses were like pushing chickens, pushing all the people in hospital gowns into the aisle between the operating room and the corridor.
 By the time, there are only two people left in the largest operating room.
 The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed his letter, and the obsidian cold snake eyes stared at the white patch without blinking.
 Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like stagnant water.
 He hasn't forgotten the setting of the autistic teenager on his ID card, and now he is also playing this role perfectly, trying not to be seen by this nasty npc.
 In the vision of his eyes, he just stepped on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the prestige of some grinning fate.
 The leather shoes are approaching.
 Stepped through the danger zone.
 The shadow completely enveloped him.
 Immediately afterwards, the man took off his left glove slowly, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, and lifted the young man's face semi-compulsively.
 The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
 Only after getting close, he will find that he has an amazing personality charm, fierce and sharp, with a deep sense of disobedience.
 He stared at those pale pink eyes, half amazed and half meaningful.
 "Look, a rare albinism with autism."
 Zong Jiu, who was staring at him so straightforwardly, didn't move at all, and he didn't even respond at all.
 The young man was forced to raise his head, the headband tied behind his ear was untied, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders like a ribbon.
 His beautiful face was numb and indifferent without a trace of blemish, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He looked beautifully like a delicate puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul.
 Perhaps it is this indifference that makes men interested.
 "Sizzle—"
 Without warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting down along the texture.
 The cloth slipped lightly to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air.
 The young man's upper body has no fat, and the waist/body is slender, and the beautifully shaped body lines are tight in the dim light, like the finest, non-adulterated jade, which is bright and disappearing, so you can see the incredible.
 The trainees behind him swallowed.
 The barrage of Zong Jiu’s live broadcast directly exploded, and the number of online users has risen almost exponentially.
 [Fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, this doctor contemporary male Bodhisattva! 】
 [I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl]
 [Who can stand such a crit of beauty! I just ask! also! Have! Who! 】
 [I’m giao, I rushed in from other people’s live broadcast rooms, I’ll just lick it first if I don’t say much.]
 [It's worthy of being the number one face value of the horror trainee... It's absolutely absolutely impossible, my hand has already begun to disobey the screenshot]
 The eyes of the man hidden behind the gold-threaded glasses glowed with thick ink, like an abyss.
 "it's beautiful......"
 The doctor behind the lens watched this scene in amazement, the bright scalpel flew back into his pocket, and once again pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him.
 The ice cone this time is not a surgical ice cone, but a genuine long cone made of ice.
 The trainee guarding the door almost didn't get goosebumps by this action.
 They looked at the youth with their backs to their sunken waists, and remembered the tragedy that Doctor Chu had not hesitated to pierce the ice cone into the newcomer's eye sockets. They couldn't help swallowing saliva over the content of the next treatment, and their legs were a little soft.
 Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone's eye sockets.
 It landed on the delicate skin like suet jade, fainting a drop of melted ice water.
 Suddenly touching the skin, the doctor saw the young man's beautiful upper body flinch instinctively with satisfaction.
 "Let me check it out."
 The man's movements kept moving, the cold-lighted tip slid like a dragonfly, and walked on the pale drawing paper like a brush, trying to apply a different color.
 The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melting ice cones leave a string of bright water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, tick and tick, and sink into the waist.
 Under the torment of such cold and tingling, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.
 His chin was still pinched tightly by the doctor, unable to move half a minute.
 The youth's expression was indifferent, the slender neck raised up like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal sense of beauty, making the ink in the man's eyes darker and darker.
 "Why don't you speak?"
 The fingers holding the chin grew harder, almost pressing the bruise.
 Even so, he still did not speak, but silently endured everything.
 With this acting skill, Zong Jiu felt that he should get an Oscar figurehead.
 In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get a little more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. All of this betrayed the flesh/body, openly naked/exposed, and the influence is really not good.
 Of course, having said that, quite a grudge, he wrote down this matter in his notebook no less than ten times.
 Zong Jiu kept staring at the operating table with dull eyes, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray not to fall on his hands.
 Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time.
 It may be that Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.
 He followed the white-haired youth's gaze and turned his head, smiling vaguely, "Are you interested in that black tin box?"
 "That box once contained a very interesting little thing, but unfortunately it was stolen by a shameful thief decades ago, and its whereabouts are unknown."
 The trainee standing at the door was excited.
 Zong Jiu turned his back to them, and was a distance away, not quite able to see what was going on.
 But the black tin box is different! That's a clue about S-level props! Who doesn't want to know?
 Everyone stared at the white-haired young man's back with fiery eyes, and they wanted to rush up to answer him.
 However, before Zong Jiu could respond, Dr. Chu suddenly let go of the hand that held his jaw.
 "However, there is no doubt."
 His voice was low and bewitching, "It will be retrieved by me, from the present, not the past."
 Tap the white gloved hand on the young man's clavicle/bone.
 The man lowered his voice and chuckled, "Want to know more?"
 The rubbing on the surface of the rough fabric makes the skin uncomfortable, but with a little effort, the pale skin has dazzling red marks, like plum blossoms falling in snow, which are very abrupt.
 They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust around the white coat.
 There is even the kind of condescending pity, like a superior person.
 It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge him.
 Zong Jiu muttered silently in his heart, but the corners of his lips became more straight, suppressing the anger in his heart.
 He hates that people look at him this way.
 The doctor played with him for a while, and Ji Er leaned over, leaned to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear——
 "Do you believe...between three and four, there is an integer?"
 The light pink pupils flashed an arc quickly.
 After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets and straightened up again, his face regained the cynical frivolous smile.
 "The inspection is complete. Your body is very healthy, and there are no hidden problems except mental illness."
 He waved his hand casually, "I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
 "Yes, Master Chu."
 The nurse immediately took out a new medical gown and gave it to Zong Jiu. They pulled the young man's slender arms and drove him out of the operating room along with other trainees.
 With such a casual attitude, he said that he would not check if he didn't check, and Zong Jiu doubted that the other party came for him.
 But he really couldn't figure out where he caught the other party's attention, and he obviously was as quiet as a chicken after entering this dungeon.
 Zong Jiu glanced at his grasped arm. With his sight and crowd crowding, he stretched out his other hand to the caregiver in front of him without a trace.
 "Kang Dang--"
 The heavy iron door was heavily closed.
 In his field of vision, the doctor in a white coat took off his glasses and raised his hand to extinguish the light on the operating table.
 The whole room returned to the darkness of eternal silence, and the white coat was outlined together. Inseparable, completely natural, as if they were born like this.
 Just after Zong Jiu backhanded something into his pocket, he suddenly looked in Zong Jiu's direction and hooked the corner of his mouth.
 [This doctor is too enthusiastic! 】
 [My God, this level of danger, it must be the boss of this dungeon, no doubt]
 [No wonder this dungeon can have S-level props, which are not found in the other live broadcast venues next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but there are two S grades, one no.3 and one no.7. According to the urinary nature of the main system, I guess this dungeon might actually be able to touch the S The edge of the dungeon...]
 [Wait, what I said upstairs does seem to make sense, otherwise, how can I explain that there are no S-level props in other venues, but does this copy have it? 】
 [Damn, if your guess is true, wouldn’t it...for all the newcomers of this copy (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg)]
 ......
 Zong Jiu was very concerned about Dr. Chu's clues about S-level props.
 Between three and four, there is an integer.
 There is no doubt that this sentence is completely unworkable to explain it solely by mathematics. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition.
 But since it was spoken from an important NPC, even if it seemed meaningless, it became meaningful. Or in other words, this clue must be established in the current copy.
 Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only about the mysterious S-level item, but was even closely related to the main line of this dungeon.
 Decades ago, it happened to be able to compare the shabby newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. The mental hospital at that time was still a wartime military base, and it was also the source of the hospital's quirks.
 But if the equation is true, what would that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago, what kind of S-level props were in that black tin box, and how does it relate to the main line of this dungeon?
 When the nurse let go of his hand and turned and left, Zong Jiu still stood still thinking.
 After he recovered from his thinking, he was already surrounded by trainees on the inside and the outside.
 Each of these trainees' eyes flashed with greed, and the expressions looking at him were full of suspicion, jealousy, and covetousness, which was disgustingly ugly.
 "Hey, we have called you for a long time, why are you unresponsive."
 "What did the doctor tell you, why didn't you answer?"
 "Are you trying to embezzle? Everyone found the clues together, I tell you, you have a share!"
 Zong Jiu: "..."
 He reasonably suspected that the neuropathic doctor was deliberate.
 Even if Zong Jiu was not pleased, it would obviously take some time to brew before it was reduced to the current situation.
 However, the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all of Zong Jiu's plans, making it impossible for him to finish this morning's information on the Saint Child's side and then retreat.
 There are really enough dogs.
 Zong Jiu cursed inwardly, raising his eyebrows lazily.
 "Oh, do I have to tell you? If it's not wrong, it was you who begged me to tell you the information."
 "You are asking for help?"
 The others were stunned.
 Their impression of this white hair is pretty and taciturn. At this moment, they saw that he had obtained the clues of the S-level props, and they were trying to use coercive and coercive forms to put the words out. Unexpectedly, this E-level was so stubborn, and he came back directly. Up. For a while, the people who were still twittering were dumbfounded.
 Zhuge, who was about to leave straight away, had a secret footstep and raised his eyes with interest.
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 The down-and-out magician Zong Jiu wears the book.
 He wore a horror infinite stream of draft essays and became the cannon fodder in the book that died tragically in the first round of the competition.
 If you want to change this to someone else, I’m afraid you will be scared to death immediately.
 Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu is not only not afraid, but also flying all the way, and there are frequent show operations.
 Once the operation was completed, the life was safe and sound, and Liangzi, the biggest villain in the whole article, also forged.
 Today you shame me, and tomorrow I will get it back with my backhand. It’s kind of fun to come and go. 
 As a result, the waves returned to the waves, and one time the waves were overturned by accident.
 Looking at the enemy who pressed him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily raised his eyes, “Kill if you want, don’t talk nonsense.”
 Being in a disadvantaged position, there is no trace of fear, but he continues to make death provocations.
 The man rubbed the roots of his ears with cold fingers, and the motion of pressing against the aorta suddenly stopped.
 “It’s a pity. I changed my mind.”
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 Husband, Xue Duan has been out of date for three months, do you not love me anymore ? TvT
 On Shangyuan’s Lantern Festival , a banquet was held in the Imperial Garden. Officially, it was in the honor of the monarch and his officials, but in fact, it was to select a princess consort for His Highness the prince Dingbei.
 At the banquet, Ying Ying, the daughter of Marquis Chengen, bowed down and offered a song, Clouds Over the Rivers Xiao Xiang. At the end, she softly said : “The official’s daughter has no talent ; I’ve made a display of my poor skills”
 A man dressed black brocade who sat at the center coldly interrupted her “Since you know you have no talent, then don’t show yourself.”
 Everyone turned silent, with no one who dared to refute. The young miss of the Ming family who was sitting at the last seat of the table took a glance from afar, only to feel that His Royal Highness King Dingbei was rude and arrogant to the extreme, really not a kind person.
 Later, the bridal chamber was full of candles, the wine was exchanged, and the red candles were shining.
 The young miss of the Ming family shivered when helping him undress.
 The man suddenly talked, asking her to play the tune Wild Geese Come to the Sand Dune.
 She pretended to be courteous and happy, but she was so nervous that she forgot to refuse, so she only tried : “Since I am not talented, then… why… why show myself?”
 She raised her eyes to glance at him, but saw a pair of eyes that seemed to refrain from smiling, “You are not untalented, this prince actually thinks, my wife is very beautiful.”
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 Serious version: Every small world had a heartthrob, all he had to do was to kill that heartthrob
 Irregular version: Shen Jue was punished for doing wrong and experienced the suffering of reincarnation. In order to get rid of reincarnating, he had to kill those beautiful and prosperous heartthrobs, and before doing it, he had to attack the other party and let the other party willingly die for him.
 It was just that, gradually, those heartthrobs who had been attacked were blackened…
 Shen Jue: Wait, aren’t you the protagonist?
 Hearthrob [sneer]: We all have stuff, so who’s to say I have to be the recipient?
 “When two lovers meet, one must attack!
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 Wang Huan was injured and retired. 
 In the rented attic, there is a portal to the otherworldly space, and there are countless treasures. 
 Fate rewritten! He swept all sprint gold medals in the Olympics, conquered the Nobel Prize in Literature, Oscars, and Grammys for Musicians. 
 He made games that wiped out Blizzard, mobile phones wiped out Apple, chips wiped out Intel, and airplanes wiped out Boeing. 
 He became the god of sports, literature, music, film and television. 
 Dominate all areas of the world, starting with the Olympic champion.
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 At 3 years of age, her father went missing. At 15, the muscle in her hand snapped. At 16, her mother passed away in a car accident. At 19, she was framed by her uncle. At 22, she was burned alive by her newly- wedded husband and her best friend. Perhaps it was God’s sympathy that allowed her to return to the time when she was 15 years old to re-live once more. The previous lifetime of being low- key and having forbearance resulted in betrayal and misery. In this lifetime, she must be lofty and domineering to let those who have bullied her suffer a terrible end!
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 You are the ruler, I am a subject, you want loyalty, I’ll give you loyalty. You are the ruler, I am the subject, you want my sacrifice, I will sacrifice for you. This lifetime, we’ll only be ruler and subject…… cannot become the one who accompanies you to experience everything.
 A deposed empress, a failure of a substitute. Charging into battle, he was the emperor, and she, his general. But within the intimacy of their military tent, he was her husband, and she, his wife.
 But everything was star-crossed. For the one he loved the most, he would push her into hell again and again.
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 After her rebirth, she went from the Commander of the Apocalyptic World to the useless second daughter of the Nian family from the upper-class society!
 ‘Trash’, ‘stupid, and ‘useless’ were the typical labels the rich daughters of other families stuck on her.
 In the past, the Host was often framed by her manipulative sister. While her stepmother tried to seize her inheritance rights, her scumbag of a father wanted her dead more than anything in the world.
 Since her rebirth, Nian Yue has been settling old scores one by one. “Don’t be anxious, everyone! I will slay you one by one!”
 From then on, she became the top scorer, the champion racer and even the god of investment!
 He was the Fu family’s Ninth Young Master. He was handsome, violent, moody, and had an androgynous face. Many women flocked to him, but everyone knew that under that countenance was a devil that killed people like they were flies.
 Initially, it was thought that this devil would be arrogant and aloof all his life and would never have eyes for anyone. However, everyone’s jaw dropped when they witnessed the devil trailing behind the Nian family’s Second Miss, wheedling and asking for hugs!
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 Yu Sheng is born with a Crow Mouth. Nothing good he says comes true, whereas everything bad he says does.
 In the last exam before summer vacation for his 2nd year of High School, “Troublemaker” Yu Sheng from the terrifying Central Third High jinxes himself into the place where the cream of the crop gathers — The Provincial Interhigh Summer Camp.
 Because of his face, he was picked to be the partner of Province’s No. 1 high schooler.
 The night before their finals, the undefeatable Young Master Yu who has never blanched before speaks up. He hurtles tonnes of tr*sh-talk at the No. 1 Home Tutor who slams the door on him—
 You were almost late to the exam!
 You almost forgot to shade your MCQ!
 You nearly got off-topic in your essay!
 The invigilators were all flocking around you!
 You can only score 50 points more than the city’s No. 2 at most!
 ……
 Later, when he outscores the city’s No. 2 by 50 points in his Sciences, Jin Linkun faces the media who swarm him and answers simply when asked the secret to his excellent marks.
 “Study hard, study smart, and have a good attitude.”
 Jin Linkun: “And also, find a little Crow Mouth to fall in love with.”
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 A red lotus birthmark, it encompasses the complicated love story of four humans. 
 A carefully planned betrayal that was prepared a long time ago, one of the most eminent assassins travels into an alternative plane. 
 Is it all just unplanned and because of luck? Or is it fate working in a mysterious way? 
 His impeccable countenance and demeanor. Her ravishing beauty that no one could take their eyes off of, just like a flower in its finest state. 
 The night was unusually dark. 
 Who was fated for each other? Who was each other’s nemesis?
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 At first, when he learned that he was forced to go to many different routine worlds and be reborn into all kinds of cannon fodder, he was against it.
 Because villains usually all only have a moment of satisfaction, the endings of cannon fodder are also frequently quite miserable.
 But the man who gave him the system told him that this system not only has all types of powerful functions, but he can also break the routine lives of the cannon fodder. If he achieves this satisfactorily for each world, he can even become a god.
 He’s already experienced over a thousand reincarnations, but hasn’t yet been a god. Since it sounds pretty great, why not just try it out.
 From that moment on, he began the irreversible path of tyrannically oppressing people, while conveniently tearing open those white moonlights and so-called righteous people’s hypocritical masks.
 His goal: wearing the villain’s role to walk other people’s righteous paths, leaving them no path to follow.
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 Zhou Xu, an interstellar military counselor, was selected by the “will not die in peace” system, and as a result, even though he had a great fear of pain, began his journey as villain, forced to die a terrible death over and over again. Zhou Xu, after going through a hundred worlds and dying a hundred times, finally changed. He wanted to retaliate!
 When Zhou Xu crossed for the 101th time, an error occurred in the system.
 Zhou Xu, ready for revenge, seized the opportunity, and at last, placed the system under his control.
 Haha, Zhou Xu laughed. The villain had always been killed by the protagonist. Now, he would like to see who killed who.
 Cruel and merciless shou vs domineering bully gong
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 Wen Yantong finds herself transmigrated into a novel as a cannon fodder character with the same name as hers.
 In this novel, this cannon fodder entered the Academy disguised as a man. She made the mistake of falling in love with the main male character. Then she was used by a female supporting character and met a bad end.
 So after she was transmigrated into the novel, Wen Yantong’s priority was to escape from the Academy. But once she put her plan into action, bad luck would befall her, and she even crippled her legs. On crutches, she was trapped in the Academy and was sent to copy texts from the classical works of literature as punishment.
 Then an incredible thing happened. Wen Yantong found the moment her classmate Little Marquis, the number one villain in the novel, decided to scold her, the wheel of fortune would turn in her favor.
 So Wen Yantong gave up on her plan. And the first thing in the morning was to find her lucky koi fish.
 But the Little Marquis was very ferocious, often lashed out in violence at the least provocation. So Wen Yantong racked her brain, jumping back and forth on the verge of getting kicked and being scolded.
 A typical dialogue between them was like this:
 Wen Yantong:” Hi, Little Marquis.”
 Little Marquis:” Get out!”
 Wen Yantong:” Ok!”
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 Reborn and return to the age of 18, Su Mian vowed to use medical skills to benefit all mankind.
 “Daughter-in-law, I’m by your side, why don’t you benefit me first…”
 Before rebirth, Su Mian insisted on marrying a perverted scum man, and missed the military commander Wei for 30 years. After rebirth, Su Mian wanted to marry Chief Wei… Chief Wei has only three words to his wife in this life: pet, pet, pet!
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