quick transmigration cannon fodder's records of counterattack(Book 4)
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  • Reads 222,932
  • Votes 7,821
  • Parts 174
  • Time 10h 9m
Ongoing, First published Sep 16, 2020
this novel does not belong to me.
the cover image isn't mine either, gotten from Google

Ning Shu had dropped dead. But in a burst of good fortune she became a task-taker in charge of counterattacking for pitiful cannon fodder. Thus, Ning Shu, in one world after another, took all kinds of life roles, encountered all kinds of 'you're heartless, you're ruthless, you're making trouble for no reason' people. She encountered all sorts of white lotus flowers, green tea bitches, scheming bitches, by the batch.

Does any true beauty still exist in the world!? bellowed Ning Shu angrily. You annoying trash! I'm just here to counterattack, please don't get in the way of me completing my task. Transmigration main character, reincarnation main character. There's only a lazy task-taker, no undestroyable main character halo. Ning Shu had no choice but to painfully gather moral integrity in each of the worlds.


Arc 9 - arc  11
this is not my work am just posting for offline purpose.

Author(s) 
Hen Shi Jiao Qing
很是矫情
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