The First Cultivator - Changing Existence - Chapter 588: Casual City -

The Great Yan Empire exists in a world where respect can only be earned through strength. Within this Great Yan Empire, the four great clans have always stood above the rest. Among them, a particular incident in the Lin Clan resulted in the banishment of a certain individual who went on to start his own family, in hopes of one day being recognized again by the Lin Clan, and rejoining them…

Beichuan, who loves animation, finally came to study in District 11. After graduating, he always wanted to become an original artist and worked hard for it, but unexpectedly it became a production process. For this reason, his goal has a new change, becoming Supervision!

“Lao Xu, please stop your pen.”

“Senior Nakamura, you have to continue to live.”

Disclaimer: This book is a lot of daily life, it is a white box fandom single heroine, don’t spray if you don’t like it.

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Meng Huaiyin accidentally traveled to another world, and chose to participate in the romance drama because he was penniless.

However, what she didn’t expect was that there was a person who followed her all the way to Lianshan when she just crossed over.

Meng Huaiyin: shivering.jpg

The show just started:

Xiao Nanqi stared at Meng Huaiyin with sharp eyes like a knife, but Meng Huaiyin was so frightened that the melon in his hand dropped.

Barrage:

[He loves her so much, it was love at first sight yyds. ]

[Running in both directions, Grandpa is here. ]

[Woohoo, please lock up the two of you.]

Meng Huaiyin: Excuseme? ?

The love and killing of the dog hero and the dog heroine are daily.

[Come here, they are not human anymore, kick over this bowl of dog food. ]

Xiao Nanqi & Meng Huaiyin: Thank you for the invitation, I am not human 🙂

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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.