stifling
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In the crisis of parasitism, I just want to be an ordinary girl
Fantasy Wushan has a secret. She is a android, and her core command is to be human.
Live according to the standard procedures of "reading, taking exams, and working" step by step.
Wushan has a secret. She discovered that some humans have been parasitized by a monster called "Yichong".
They often appear by her side, committing all sorts of evil deeds.
Wushan also has a secret, eating the alien insect can charge her, and it's fast charging.
So when she encounters strange insects, she always viciously smashes their heads first, then pulls out the parasites and secretly eats them.
The battery is full again, hehe~
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A natural disaster, invasion of alien insects, mediated by human emotions, parasitizes the human body.
Human beings cannot be without emotions, and alien insects are unstoppable. They quickly control the higher echelons of humanity, ushering in a century long era of domination.
Until... a monster appeared in the human race that could never be parasitized no matter what!
She even created a pure zone with her own strength, effortlessly tearing open the crack in the rule of the alien insects!
The alien insects are extremely provocative and will do everything they can to conquer the mist cedar.
They fulfilled their wish and witnessed the Wushan trees overjoyed, ecstatic, and ecstatic
However, parasitism failed.
He was so angry that he revealed his true form, but as soon as he appeared, he was smashed by a punch from Wushan.
Strange bug crazy: You're not really happy, your smile is just the protective color you're wearing!
Wushan, who has a very powerful emotion simulation function, looked bewildered and said, 'Ah?'?
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A hundred years of tug of war with foreign insects, when the country was in danger, the high-level officials of China heard reports from their subordinates--
Not a single insect's pure zone has appeared!
The top management cannot believe it: an ordinary college entrance examination student single handedly killed all the strange insects?
Stay here! As long as she stays in the pure zone, she agrees to any conditions and is doubly satisfied!
Subordinate: Uh... she just wants to be an ordinary person, how can she be doubly satisfied?
Senior management:?
#Clearly a savior, what kind of ordinary person# You might like
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