Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 13 - : Do You Believe in the Undead?_1

Shen Xian died suddenly due to an accident, and traveled to an ancient abo abuse text, becoming a scumbag who was so angry in the book that his father had a stroke, his mother swallowed medicine, and his wife divorced. The eighth aunt had to take a detour when she saw Shen Xian.
In the original book, Shen Xian entangled Lin Qinghan in every possible way, asking Lin Qinghan for money from time to time, and the hero Lu Jianbai in the original book was a doctor in the same department as Lin Qinghan. Shen Xian who blackmailed and asked for money was sent to prison.
Shen Xian held his forehead and thought: She is not suitable for this peerless scum!
Fortunately, she still has a system to follow her, so Shen Xian tore up the plot of the original book:
A friendly conversation with the daughter will be rewarded with 50 yuan;
Take father to go downstairs for a walk and reward 100 yuan;
100 yuan reward for going to kindergarten to pick up daughter after school;
With some money obtained from doing missions, Shen Xian returned to his previous career and opened a small venture capital company, but within a short period of time, the company made its mark in Linhai City, while his ex-wife Lin Qinghan and her daughter kept changing. My thoughts on Shen Xian…
the
small theater:
Shen Tian licked the strawberry candy and complained: Mom, Mom, there are several beautiful ladies in Mommy’s office today.
Lin Qinghan raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Xian: Really?
Shen Xian (nervously) explained: Hey, my daughter-in-law, I was wrong, they are just partners.
Lin Qinghan’s lips twitched into a smile: “Let’s settle the accounts when we go back tonight.”
Shen Xian: woo woo woo~ I’m afraid

Note: 1. There is no prototype, so don’t make up your mind.
2. The author is so weird, if you scold me, I will just groan.
3. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me if you abandon the article.
4. Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied me all the way, keep chirping!

Content tags: rebirth face slap sweet text wear book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Xian, Lin Qinghan ┃ Supporting role: “Falling in love with an ex after breaking up” ┃ Others: abo, gl, Chuanshu
One-sentence introduction: After transmigrating into a scumbag, she reformed her daily life of chasing a wife.

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(A fierce and adorable female lead VS an obsessive and sinister male lead, sweet doting + metaphysics + slight fantasy)

Jiang Xiaoxiao, the great master of the Mystic Sect, was born with an incomplete soul. Every full moon night, she would also turn into a tiny three-inch tall person.

The Grand Master said that in the sixteenth year of her life, she would meet a nobleman. The purple gold dragon aura on the nobleman’s body could lift her curse.

Xie Xun, the King of Chu, had his dragon aura taken away at the age of three. Plagued by bad luck, he was exiled from the capital.

The first time he met his adorable wife, his adorable wife shrank with a swoosh in front of him into a tiny three-inch being, standing in his palm dozing off.

Later, the King of Chu sewed a small pouch on the sleeve of each garment. When going out, he would put his adorable wife in the pouch.

And he told others, “My little one is weak, pitiful, and helpless.”

The little ghost shivered in fear: Have you seen someone using a kitchen knife to hack ghosts at a mass grave? Yes, it’s your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

The ghosts wailed at the mass grave: Have you seen a living person who could scare the ghosts to tears? Yes, it’s still your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

The entire netherworld exploded: Have you seen a newly wedded bride escorted by two Ghost Emperors and two Ghost Kings? Yes, it’s still your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

Shi An is the last Abyss Dragon in the world. Since he was bored, he decided to go into a deep sleep while hugging his treasures. After fifty thousand years of satisfying slumber, Shi An opened his eyes only to discover that he had become a weak human with short hands and legs.

He glanced down at his mysteriously downsized body and then lifted his head to look around his empty cave. “……” Where is my powerful and majestic body? My big tail? Most importantly, where are my treasures?!

After thousands of years of hard work, sleeping just once has sent me to square one.

***

In the year 2202, the conflicts between humans and monsters are becoming more and more intense. Although the monsters are strong, the fantastical species that used to rule the continent have all but disappeared.

Shi An, the Shi family’s youngest son, is Mage Academy’s infamous mage who has no magic power. Each student’s magic power is measured at the beginning of the school year. Shi An looked at the three destroyed magic detection equipment and innocently asked, “Eh? Are these equipment’s quality not very good?”

During actual combat training, low-ranked monsters fled before Shi An could get close. Shi An looked at their fleeing figures and innocently exclaimed, “Yay, lucky!”

Everyone else was speechless. “……?” I believe I am dreaming.

***

Mu Heng——human species’ strongest mage——is the only remaining human who bears the noble dragon slayer bloodline.

He coldly and arrogantly said, “Dragons? Extinction is their best outcome.”

A long time later, Mu Heng turned his head back to look at the dragon cub reclining on the piles of treasure. Mu Heng withdrew his gaze and leisurely asked, “Are there any other jobs? I want a well-paid one.”

Extinction is out of the question now. As a matter of fact, I can only earn more money so that I won’t get kicked out of bed at night.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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