Era of Players: Death God - Chapter 243: Surprise Chest

All the experts were defeated, I want both beauty and wealth! The Dragon King returns to the city, bringing an end to peace! This is the legendary tale of a cultivation fiend.

At 22 years of age, Shen Qian Ling won his first Best Male Lead award.

Afterwards just as he, holding the award, was moved to tears, a piece of the ceiling fell down loudly, and accurately hit his head without mistake.

And afterwards he just…..traveled through time!

Qin Shao Yu: If Ling-er is willing, Zhui Ying sect can have the wedding anytime.

Shen Qian Ling: To be honest, I am extremely reluctant about this.

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Allen, a 23-year-old gaming enthusiast, eagerly awaited the revolutionary MMORPG, Hell's Gate: Battle Against The Devil Emperor, a new game with promising unprecedented levels of realism and interactivity. When the day finally arrived, he ripped open the packaging with excitement and donned the sleek VR headset.

The soft cushioning pressed against his face, transporting him to the dark and foreboding landscape of Hell's Gate. Unbeknownst to him, the game developer had selected him to play a crucial role, the main villain of the game, the devil emperor himself.

The stakes grew ever higher. But with his own innate gaming skills and the support of his allies, he knew that he could emerge victorious and claim his rightful place as the ultimate villain of Hell's Gate.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”