I Am A Scarecrow And The Demon Lord Of Terror! - Chapter 9 - The Second Commercial

Everyone knows that Yu Yin is madly infatuated with Xie Beici, but only Yu Yin himself does not know.

Xie Beici, the myth of the financial circle. The prominent background, the upside-down handsome faces of all beings, made him confessed by many girls, but he only remembered Yu Yin.

Seeing her give up, she has been infatuated with him for many years, and she loves him so much that she is going crazy.

Xie Beici decided to give her a chance to fall in love: “Speak, I promise you.”

Yu Yin: “I just want to work on projects, not men.”

Xie Beici: “…”

After a few times.

Xie Beici exhausted his patience: “Yu Niaoyou, speak well.”

Yu Yin: “I know you hate me, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t like you much either.”

Xie Beici: “!!!”

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“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”

“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”

“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”

— Ian

A world reborn from its ashes.

An era that is coming to an end.

A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.

A young man staring at the sky.

Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.

Only one is looking up at the stars.

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Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.