Losing Money to Be a Tycoon - Chapter 1627 - What Is This Clothing Brand About?

Li Yi traveled to a parallel world and became a stall host.

He obtained a mysterious space where he can learn the inheritance of intangible cultural heritage skills, and through the space, he can master countless lost intangible cultural heritage skills.

The [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice] he made made the anchor of Tandian apprentice on the spot in one bite.

His bamboo weaving work “Havoc in Heaven” was collected by the Palace Museum at a price of tens of millions.

His handmade rouge [Four Beauties] series has driven the stars and female anchors all over the Internet into a frenzy!

The audience in the live broadcast room: “At first I thought he was just a fried rice anchor, but I didn’t expect him to be able to weave bamboo.”

Cooking skills, bamboo weaving, carving, female celebrity, forging knives… As Li Yi showed more and more intangible cultural heritage skills in the live broadcast, the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked!

“Anchor, how much hard work do you have?”

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In a world where the human race is bound to be annihilated, six heroes are summoned with the sacred mission of saving mankind from extinction. The task of leading them in their crusade falls upon the shoulders of a single amnesic and weak man forsaken in the wilderness alone without any means of survival.

Join Ryu’s adventure in this slow paced journey submerged in a fantasy world where he’ll meet friends, enemies and love interests who will discover this brand new world along with him.

So, survive in the parallel world, please!

“dig up a grave , its history will resurface and if my history is dug up then only graves will resurface ” - divine bane zedA boy too smart for his age ,chosen by the ruin as the dawn of the prophecy .destined to fight for eternity but never remembered .carrying the death of million, he walks the path of solitude ,no love ,no glory,only the endless death and regression ahead.This is the story of a boy who as died million times and regressed back each time .story of a boy whose suffering can never be know or remembered .As he is the divine bane and this is his fate .

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.