MTL - Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce - Chapter 92 Tianxiu Canal

Hou Niao, devoted to seeking the Dao, found himself mistakenly sent as an undercover agent to the Demon Sword Sect, eagerly anticipating the day he’d be rewarded for his service and could return to the Daoist Sect… Only when he had become a towering figure in the Sword Dao did he sorrowfully realize that there was no one left with the power to recall him!

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MC: I am a dragon? Cool!
Also, MC: Wait, most of the dragons died after centuries of being hunted for their expensive materials, and when beings called players descended with their powerful systems and immortality, they hunted down rest of them ... and I am the last one... I am fucked!!!
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Join our MC, a former player on his journey not to become a legendary rank item, in a world of the game that he used to play.
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A salaryman by day and an Aquamancer by night. Qin Ruo might be a newbie in the popular, immersive MMORPG, “Honor and Glory”. However, that did not stop him from using his wits and battle instincts to raise money for a beloved friend’s medical fees, which eventually led him to become an elite player in the game. As Qin Ruo and his comrades progress further into the game, the trials and tribulations they face magnify. Which faction will prevail on the Mythical Battlefield? Read to find out!

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.