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The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

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SEVENTH MATCH (II)

"SORRY, I love to chat more with you but I'm not really into prolong fights.  So… I have to defeat you now."

Liang Sen heard Winged Tassel's voice from behind.  Then, before he could react, he suddenly felt himself being dragged upwards by the neck at a very high speed.  He could feel the resistance from the air.  He even felt a bit breathless having his neck gripped like this. 

But one thing's for sure – his opponent seemed to have the ability to fly.  As he was being dragged, he could hear the flapping sound of something against the wind.  If he had to make a guest, it would most likely be a pair of wings.

He wasn't sure if it was the other's skill or just a perk of whatever race his avatar was.  All he knew right now was that he needed to get out of this chokehold as soon as possible.  Or else, he could already picture his bad end.