I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates - Chapter 521 - 519: The Blood Scourge Flower Matures_1

She was the eldest daughter of a famous doctor in Beijing. She was the “Cold Hell King” who was feared by everyone in Beijing. In her previous life, she was used by a scumbag man. She caused him, his family to be ruined, and he died in the basement. In her second life, she stepped on a scumbag man, a scumbag woman, and her three brothers pampered her to the heavens! The three young masters of the Jiang family were scrambling to be the first to do so. “Shui Su is my younger sister, I'll pamper her!” A certain young master Fu in Beijing coldly raised the chin of the woman in his arms with jealousy. “Tell me, who are you?” Ye Shui Su’s eyes rippled slightly. “Linnan, I'm your person.” How could he not believe such provocative words? Fu Linnan’s icy hand moved to the woman’s slender waist. “You can’t just say whether you’re one of my people or not.” [Rebirth + Counterattack + Team Pet + socketed + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch] [Reborn + Counterattack + Team Pet + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch]

Emir, a 24-year-old man, finds himself reincarnated as a newborn into a post-apocalyptic world of peril and hardship, where monsters and humans fight an unending battle for survival.

He now resides within the very pages of a novel he once read—a narrative fated for a tragic conclusion, a narrative that granted him an early death.

Diving deeper into the realm of hunters, he unravels layers of the tale that far surpass what he once thought of as a simple novel.

He realizes the truth of the massive world he resides in and that he is but a speck of dust under its control.

However, he was at least acquainted with the rules of this captivating game before it fully consumed him.

Now, no longer content with mere survival, he seeks to dominate over the very fabric of this unforgiving universe.

Within its expanse, Ancient Clans, Galactic Federations, and Factions preside over colossal ruins that dwarf the concept of life itself.

He ascends through these entities’ diminished versions as they leave a mark on his journey.

This causes him to grow from the pawn he once was, as he drives himself relentlessly to unravel the boundaries of Aether—the essence that binds their reality—in his pursuit to seize his starless destiny at any cost, earning him the epithet “Prince Of The Fallen.”

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When he woke up, Yang Yuan found himself reborn.

When he was one year old, “Ah, not only rebirth, but also transmigration.”

At the age of three, “Goldfinger is finally in place!”

Portable space is handy.

Fourteen years old, “What the hell is my golden finger?”

Yang Yuan screamed in the sky…

Thirty-year-old, Yang Yuan, who was hugging from left to right, stood on Emperor Tread Peak, pointing to the vast land, “This is the country that I have conquered!”

Omg, golden fingers are so fragrant!

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