Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?! - Chapter 217 - Broken Mirror

In the mortal world, the grass and trees are in autumn, she thought she could live her own life happily, but she did not expect to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family.

She has a very high spiritual root value, and it is reasonable to say that she is a rare genius. However, Lei Shuimu is such a fucking spiritual root that she can electrocute herself. How should she shoulder the responsibility that the Dao has entrusted to herself?

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Tian Man Continent is a world of martial arts.

A young boy named “Su Yi” led countless yao (monsters or demons) and overrode countless families who had thousands of years of history.

He rose abruptly in the world as the brightest star in the sky.

He married beauties and walked towards the peak of of the world, and finally ascended onto the thrones of the ancient gods!

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Zhu Tong was born in a wealthy family, but the pampered young master suffered from a serious cleanliness addiction, and there were so many things that even God can’t stand it, so he was given a sickness and even coughed three mouthfuls of blood.

The day before his death, he was inexplicably bound to a system.

The system told him that he was actually a cannon fodder villain in a danmei novel who humiliated the heartthrob protagonist and suffered the consequences. If he wanted to survive, he had to find the only one in the novel, the white moonlight, who was not attracted to the protagonist and get full favorability from him.

In order to find him, Zhu Tong changed schools.

The new school was located in a remote small county with eight-person dormitories, a canteen for big pot meals, and only one public toilet in a teaching building.

Zhu Tong: In order to survive, he will endure!

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…