I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire! - Volume 2 Chapter 8 Preparations

It’s the 3rd of March of the Immortal Martial era.Under the Sect Leader’s unremitting efforts, the Qingyun Dao Sect finally welcomes its eighth disciple, Ye Ping.In order to make Ye Ping stay and to earn his respect, everyone in the sect resorts to all sorts of tricks to deceive him.They boast and pretend to be peerless Sword Dao experts, geniuses in cultivation, alchemy, refinement, divination, alchemy arrays, treasure appraising, and sons of destiny.For the sake of maintaining the image of geniuses, they teach Ye Ping all sorts of nonsensical things.They make Ye Ping try to gain an epiphany out of a random sword mark.They take out a random big pot and make Ye Ping refine supreme-grade pills with it.They take out a random copper coin and make Ye Ping deduce the ultimate heavenly secret.They initially hope to just delay the time that Ye Ping discovers the truth so that he would stay in the sect for a while longer.However, to their surprise, their new little Junior Brother… manages to learn everything.

[Prince Regent VS Princess Chongxi, who will return with a cute baby after five years]

The regent of Tianxia Kingdom, who holds a heavy army in his hands, has power in his hands, and is not close to women, has been poisoned again, and this time he is about to die.

When everyone was worrying that the palace had no successors, a small group who looked exactly like the regent was sent to the gate of the palace.

Only then did they remember that five years ago when the Prince Regent was poisoned for the first time, the concubine daughter of the Yu family was kidnapped by her family to cheer him up.

Because of the same illness, she tried her best to detoxify him, but the day he woke up, she was persecuted by the royal family and disappeared mysteriously.

At this time, when a certain prince saw Xiao Tuanzi, his eyes darkened, “But your mother’s old love for this king is unforgettable, so you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?”

Xiaotuanzi gritted his teeth and said: “No! In a few days, the little Marquis of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother. My mother asked me to see if you are dead. Don’t die on the day she gets married. It’s bad luck. ”

As soon as the words fell, a certain tuberculosis prince lifted the quilt, scooped up the little dumpling, and strode out.

“Don’t worry, the king will not die on the day your mother gets married. After all… this king will go to snatch her.”

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“Darling, I want…”“Here’s the credit card. Buy everything you want.”“Darling, I want to give you a child!”“That’s unnecessary.”“…”Ye Shengge’s inborn birthmark could only be deciphered by Ji Shiting.However, that man was very aloof and reserved, and he wasn’t tempted at all. And one day when she finally gave up and tried to leave, that man literally carried her back.She yelled, ” What do you want?”The man said with his deep voice, “What you’ve been wanting the whole time.Ye Shengge always thought that Ji Shiting was forced to marry her, yet years after, she realized that it was all part of his plan, and there was no way she could run away from him.

Being the author of the breakout novel, Gates of The Primordials, Jarren Fletcher did not care about the constant critiques claiming he had a habit of treating extra characters as mere plot devices, creating and then dumping them once they’d served their purpose.To Jarren, it didn’t matter. Extras were just that—extras. All that mattered was the main character.But Jarren never expected to wake up in his own story, reincarnated as one of the meaningless, disposable extra characters, Deremiah Morcant—a coward who took his own life to escape the perilous challenges of the Gate Trials.Now, Jarren has to face those deadly challenges himself in the body of a weak, insignificant extra. He must find a way to survive in the rules of the dangerous world he had created, whilst also trying to save it.But time is running out. The next Wave is coming, and so are the paragons.