Apocalypse: Hero of Potato Fields - Chapter 281: Taming Horses

She was the Empire’s top-tier elite agent, skilled in both medicine and poison. One day, she transmigrated into the body of a foolish, mentally disabled, and hideously ugly waste. But when her soul entered, the Phoenix Maiden returned, shaking the heavens and the earth! Those who wronged her will be repaid a hundredfold. Those who insulted her will pay back a thousandfold. Call her useless? Wait and see what true genius in cultivation looks like. Call her a fool? Wait and see who the top-tier alchemist really is. Say no one wants her? Watch as the strongest man follows her everywhere. From now on, divine beasts and handsome men will walk by her side, and she’ll roam the heavens and earth as she pleases.‘Qingcheng, from now on, I’ll help you manage the household and raise our children. This world and I will belong to you!’ said the scheming man with a flattering smile.The woman coldly met his gaze and replied, ‘The world and its empire are within my grasp. Now, get lost!’

The newly rebirthed Ye Jian doesn’t need love! What she wants is to stand high up above other people and to look down on them in disdain!

In the age of the Great Liang Dynasty, the lives of the people were made convenient with steam-powered machines that run on a fuel named Violetstream Gold. Chang Geng, who lived in a small countryside village, shared a distant relationship with his mother while his stepfather was away most of the year round, and the only people he was close to were two little kids, the village teacher, and his yi fu – adoptive father. But his life was flipped upside down one day following the barbaric Man tribes’ invasion, and it turned out that his entire identity had been an illusion – not only was Chang Geng himself not the country boy he thought he was, but also his mother, his teacher, and even his beloved yi fu…

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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