Flower Master in the City - Chapter 18. Crazy police

Once an imperial princess, now reborn among the lowest of s*aves of the nobility.

Hoo hoo hoo, the Director has fallen! (crying)Don't... don't rush to call an ambulance, just help me up first!After staying up late playing games, Fang Ye woke up to find himself transformed into the director of a rundown zoo, having a docile and perceptive Amur tiger, a ferocious and haughty silver fox, a gray wolf that enjoyed showing off its relationship...As the zoo developed, its array of charming animals began to attract visitors from all over the world.“Why do all the animals like me?” Faced with the curious questioning of children, Fang Ye looked up at a 45-degree angle into the sky, speaking in a tone that was deep and mysterious, “It all started on a breezy and sunny evening...”

Gong Yu, a three-good student who entered the unknown world for no reason, became a sick and poor little Highness who disguised herself as a man.

In line with the principle of hard work and progress, I work hard to be a two-headed grass and survive in a mixed court.

However, she accidentally picked up the handkerchief of the future queen and sister, and returned it with the good character of picking up gold.

The result was a series of such rumors.

Since the love is compatible, the two are in love, and they are secretly in love, why not choose another day to get married?

Gong Yu herself expressed panic, but the queen sister actually acquiesced.

Content label: A special liking for fate encounters through time and space sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: “Gong Yu”, “Dai Ruyan” ┃ Supporting role: “A lot” ┃ Others: “A lot”

- Description from novelbuddy

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.