MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy - Chapter 1237 house arrest

A young boy named Chen Zong got lucky and found a mysterious Sword Seal. With the help of it, he rose to be a God in Sword who defeated innumerable top talents in all universes from a remote borderland.

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She was disfigured and her mother died an innocent death. A cup of poison wine was not enough to kill her and she had to die by plunging into burning flames! Before entering her next lifetime, she vowed to change history and get her revenge!

When she opened her eyes again, she was 13 again. Her mother had just passed and her father had yet remarried. To prevent history from repeating itself, she took careful steps.

However, she ended up discovering a 30-year-old mystery case that had been hidden all these while. She had been reborn as a beauty and was not going to give up on herself.

She was going to live out her best life with her alluring charms!

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Transmigrated-into-another-world-three-good-citizen Gu Xizhou, in order to survive, became a demonic cultivator. No matter how bad or evil, he adapted.

But then…but then he transmigrated back.

The returned Gu Xizhou was very angry. The student that offered his body in order to resurrect him had used a formation that was purposed for summoning evil spirits. He, Gu Xizhou, prior to transmigration was a law-abiding citizen that upheld core socialist values, a three good citizen representative. So how come after transmigrating and coming back, he had become a heinous malicious spirit?!

In each and every one of the spirit worlds, the ghosts and spirits originally lived a Heaven is first and I am second kind of happy lifestyle, that is until in the unlimited spirit mission worlds, inexplicably and out of nowhere came a demonic cultivator.

The ghost and spirits: QAQ

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.