MTL - Demon God - Chapter 638 District 8

An unearthly beauty with black hair, snow-white skin, and bright red lips... Yue Ran has been told that she was born exceptionally beautiful for as long as she can remember. She meets all people's expectations for beauty, but she is a girl who loves no one but herself.Only such a person can be invincible in many small worlds.Ah, but there is one thing she lacks: free will.

Time Sin is distinct, Numerical Sin is crafty, and Fate Sin is undefinable; when Sinners become calamities, all living things suffer!......Wondering about the population dividend in the Cultivation World?This book will tell you the answer!......Wang Zijia has transmigrated, obtaining the Golden Finger at the same time, which allows him to exchange his own body at will.But when he discovers what he can exchange with it, he is utterly speechless.Weights: Collection of Miscellaneous Literary WorksValue: 6Description: A treasure trove of knowledge for an adolescent, cultivated intensively for over a decade; it's a precious gem from a Foreign World with immense value!Wang Zijia: “... ...”Looking at one of the biggest Weights, Wang Zijia is momentarily speechless. Reading novels is actually one of his most substantial life experiences!......As he uses the Golden Finger to rewrite his futile life, he unwittingly forces his Spiritual Roots to produce an offspring, making the world start to seem different.All kinds of audacious schemes began to surface. Exploiting junior brothers, deceiving baby demonic beings, convincing the worthless ones that they are geniuses. Constructing his own channels and factions, inching his way towards survival on the road of immortality!

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.