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I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

When the world became a landscape for a game, human beings all became dolls who no longer moved nor breathed, frozen like items on display in a shelf. In the beginning, Bai Youwei thought this was an alien prank. Nobody knew why humans suddenly became dolls. That was until they were all gathered together and sucked into a bright fog before being greeted by a mechanical voice, "Ding! Welcome to the Game of Dolls! The rules are as follows: 1. Refusing to play the game will result in dollification! 2. Failure to beat the game will result in dollification! 3. Beating the game to win a doll!" Bai Youwei walks into the embrace of Shen Mo trembling. "I'm scared, I'm just a weak little girl..." Shen Mo takes her hand, places it on his abs and says, "Now you don't have to be scared anymore!" The game systems starts ringing in the background, "Alert! Alert! Please respect the game and focus! No dating inside the game!" This is a story of how an intelligent and calm young lady works with a boy with nothing but a hot bod to beat the impossible Game of Dolls!

Hua Hua Liao · Fantasy
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769 Chs

Chapter 139: Search and Search for Friends (Adding more for the Alliance Leader, this is also pretty silly!)

Wu Lili fell unconscious.

"Although the process was slightly less satisfying, we have finally achieved the result we needed." The inspector's face showed delight as he lightly waved his hand. Ten flowers immediately flew out from the bottle, gathering in his hand.

Whether they were vibrant, dull, blooming, or withered, they all gathered into a single bouquet, including the bare stem that was once Wu Lili's flower, turning it into a handful of flowers.

"I accept your gifts," said the inspector with a smile, "Now, it's my turn to invite you to a friend's gathering."

As his words fell, the long table and vase both disappeared.

The forest in the distance was swiftly closing in as far as the eye could see.

Everyone was taken aback, only noticing when they looked around themselves that the grass beneath their feet was the thing moving—like it was conscious, crawling against the ground surface, carrying people fast forward.

No one dared to move.